The muse gave me a message to you,
the muse rise and poetry.
I’ll see it in the garbage can, won’t I?
I don’t know how to negotiate this landmine
in outer things.
Every world has rejected me.
I’m a nation to nobody,
dear reader except you.
This is across the board.
It’s unhand me.
It’s blue and it’s red and it’s gold.
It’s unbelievably tight.

What do you say to no,
we don’t want to have anything to do with you,
and this is the entire of the yoga you follow,
the city on earth
that’s to realize the human dream
and be alright with each other?
I get kicked out of there too
and in the hearts of every man and every woman
who could make it possible to see my boy again
right out in the open
his daddy again,
and that anomaly is solved:
why the divine in-look on me
carries his name,
and it is a phantom make.

I stand here confused.
Even the halls of poetrydom have spit me out.
I have no place in society.
I live in some little island of bright,
and Douglas and our dogs
hold the world together.
Our visitors only want something,
all they can get,
and they only come here for that.
We have no friends here.
We have no one looking out for us.
We are here alone and that’s it.
This squeezes you, you know?
You don’t understand
when humanity and the world
mean so much to you.

I’ve painted this isolation for myself.
Douglas has friends and family
who care for him and provide,
else we wouldn’t make it.
He lives in his room and I live in mine,
but our best-friendship has reached the stars,
but can I tell you about Paul?
A friend for all the years,
who is in the world at large
giving me e-blasts
I’m your friend.
When the world rejects you,
you get compensation,
friends for all the world,
if you’re holdin’ hands with the world,
if the world means as much to you as yourself.

I can’t bear this,
spit on by everyone,
and I’m just diggin’ my hole deeper with these poems.
They cost me so much.
They tear me apart
I am so real with you.
I don’t know how to begin
to really say it,
the be there of the human being.

Oh my God I want to describe it to you,
so we can join there.
I want you to see my humanity.
I don’t want to be an outcast no more.
Oh I wish you could feel that.
God does,
and he’s here with me all day
in bright thoughts and muse
on the edge of time.
Would that you could feel that.

A meaningful life,
that’s established.
Come to terms with myself
and terms deeper.
This is all in the sky.
I’m a blockchain.
I matter to mankind.
I’m significant
to your notions of self.
I’m good
to all you haven’t seen yet.
I love people
and feel their oneness.
I am not about the snake.
I touch you
with deep meaning.
I am really there.

The world blows up inside me
it has eyes.
I commune with the Unknown.
I’m about your rocket ship.
I ease on you these things:
the starling oneness inside us,
the jumprope to God,
everything we have to do with each other
in our ballpark with children
and the animals in the room.
You hear me there
petting my dogs in wonder
and taking children to the sky.

I cook meals for you
and attend to your business all day.
I am not just a selfish wound.
I have lifted up the race
everywhere I look.
I am dawn on you
the understanding of poet,
and here I am,
in my most serious mood,
standing up and be counted,
because you’ve shunned my face,
a rocket-man
that knows we share meaning together,
that knows my part in the world,
that knows I can’t live without you.

You’ve kicked me out of your homes,
you’ve kicked me out of your hearts
long enough.
I’m not a beggar at your gates.
I’m the poet at high noon.
It’s time we fly.
It’s time we fly.