I wanna restrict access to ether department material.
I wanna clarify the sense of know.
What is the irony?
They never seem to remember
they’re not dealing with science they’re dealing with train yards.
It only becomes science when consciousness becomes involved.
That dog exists.
He points all the cartoons and movies.
I’ve seen ‘im.

This is not just an English submission.
And the way you must maintain, [sing line]
inhabit this
as if your life depended upon it.
Disturbed her hand.
Nobody knows where this is comin’ from,
and no reader sees this comin’.
Soon you’ll get bit
and ice cream.
It has the attention, [sing line]
and you hit a basketball court,
and it may happen to be our key.

Dobie you came to stop me why?
Christianity
does not know it’s interred.
It thinks it’s the sandman.
It hurts people,
and it does not match reality.
Fine, I’ll keep singin’.

I put everybody in bed with me
so they can see change.
It’s a safety measure.
Where do we come from?
Do we come from the trees?
What happens when our pants are off when we were children?
How angry does momma spank us?
Are we left in a corner to rot?
Is daddy a guerilla?
Do we get enough to eat?
Are we the brunt of everyone’s joke?
How much pressure do we spend childhood with?

What’s mental health,
and how has it failed us?
Every scientist knows
you put the telescope on heavenly bodies,
the microscope on nature’s small dance.
What makes us tick?
The observational posts are not there.
We’ve neglected our very selves,
who we need to see to survive
it’s gotten so big
our department store.

Why didn’t we do this from the beginning,
put all those training devices on us
so that we know where we came from
when a child comes out of the womb?
Have I hit the most territorial seize the day?
You can’t look in there.
It’s the most agreed upon privacy in the world,
that little family intake,
by the time we got to where science was.
I’m not countin’ cucumbers.
I want you to look at this.
We put our eyes on the workings of nature not us,
as if that would change the world
and make us live with one another well.

What was early scientists thinking?
They established a model,
and to get right down to the business of us,
the making of the human being,
was that akin to heresy?
Now folks,
what do you want to look at to be safe,
how many items dance on the head of a pin
or study the universe
to systematize it?

Let’s be crystal clear.
Science deals with the environment too
and the damage we’ve done to it
and the danger that’s put us in,
but human choices made these decisions

that have put us at risk.
How self-centered they are,
how monetary gain.
Change the human change the environment
so we don’t run amok.

Did I just spell out change?
Why has the focus been on objects of nature,
I mean in the intention of science?
Momma don’t make your babies grow up to be cowboys. [sing line to tune of the country song with similar title]
Well I lost the rodeo.
Can we talk about small minds and violent natures that live in boxes? /
I grew up in this milieu.
I could say policemen
or rodeo clown,
or even schoolteacher,
but the exceptions would pile up,
and I can’t show you what’s happenin’.

How can I tell you we are a tortured device?
We do not produce good human beings.
Just look at the world.
Do you know how violated everybody is?
Do you know how mean?
We are still guerrillas,
even your newspaperman
and mother with her child.
We are not a functional society
for the good of us.
We have animal hierarchy
and just let people die
or rot in misery.
We are a selfish lot.
We are not our brother’s keeper,
and we do not love our neighbor like ourself.
We make war with him.

No gentil people would agree with me.
They’re soft and warm.
They treat their brother kindly.
They go to church
and pay homage to society,
or they have the right liberal opinions
and treat everybody equally.
Do you know how immature you are?
Watch yourself in transactions
you get shortchanged,
or where your opinion is busted,
or you find someone you don’t like,
or you’re brought up against your unconscious,
and you watch it take over.
You react
and show your immaturity.

This comes from upbringin’,
from where your family put their hand,
their voice,
their feelings,
and their directed-toned thoughts.
Now science would not say this.
It’s not there yet.
It won’t do that,
look that closely at us
when we’re in momma’s lap,
in bed with daddy,
at the dinner table bein’ reamed
for somethin’ we done,
or just sittin’ on stools with the family
in our little private milieu.

We can’t put lenses there,
and we don’t know how to get at that space
and nobody knows we’re lookin’.
We could’ve solved this a long time ago,
but science didn’t see that
we are behaviorally made.
Put genes in the shotgun
they come from behavior too,
however many diseases get in the way.

Audible,
we saw a destiny.
It wasn’t religion.
It grew larger than mankind.
We’re in the apple in the trees now.
We can’t get out of our underwares.
We still slap children,
make them feel uncomfortable with themselves.
We breed disease.
We don’t know how to handle children,
and our world’s a mess because of it.

How can I get you to see this newspaperman,
scientist studying nature?
Who else would we look to for change?
A politician’s a ninny-gag.
The clergyman reads from a book
and doesn’t see change
except to be more Christian.
I bring a new thing upon the Earth
that we haven’t seen in awhile,
as the poet lands Earth.

I bring you essays on living
through my personal share
that can see through the walls of humanity
and show things even cameras can’t capture.
I can show you the inner workings of our species,
and the dice is on the table.
I can hunt you in corners
and show how this makes us mad.
I can show the pathology of mankind
and the rule book of disease
that puts rabids among us,
and I can chip away at your armor
and show you your snakeskin,
the hidden fount of your wrath,
and you are as policy as the rest of us.

I do this with a divine eye
that looks in on things,
and I have found the hidden fount of poetry,
new for the times we wear,
a new font of poetry
that speaks to us living men and women
to bring our heights to the sun.

I am not a caged animal.
I have a freedom in my room
that walks on mountaintops.
I am a receptivity to God.
I hear the angels sing.
Healing lives in my top drawer,
and I let it out and sing to you
the heavenliness of its smile.
I can do more than that.
I can rise the sun in your eyes
and reveal to you the secret of the universe,
the real person you are beyond time.
I can bring you to the Silence
that empties our race of all its cares
and brings enlightenment into the room.
I can hold your hand to the well of soul
and have you touch base with forever.
These things I have seen and been,
where moments meet me
in the well of change.

Do you see me there?
Every impossibility meets its gun.
I’m taller than you
in that I have met my own impossibility
and let God handle it,
but I did not neglect my duty to pay.
So I’m aligned with the times
to give us living Earth.
This is not a handmaid’s tale
that robs us of our own divinity.
We have it on our tops,
and we will wear this one day in clear and certain skies.
Time’s the animal we wait on now,
but time is not our keeper.
The hidden divinity is
all across our tops
in every movement of time.

Right on.
I have some stature to gain.
I want Silence to enter my room,
but the world keeps swellin’ up.
I tarry there.
It’s not an impossible situation,
but it’s bigger than I am.
I’ll just put on my hat
and let grace still me.
It’s an office I wear,
concentrating with no thoughts in my head
bound for the Silence.
I can’t get past the thoughts of the day,
but I can ride the quiet for minutes or hours.
It’s a warfare you know.
They know you’re close,
and the world steps in
and robs you of your peace.
Dangnabbit,
I chase the Silence away.

They carry your name in the wind,
the lovers of sky,
if you’ve seen past the boundaries thin Earth.
You are a flame shot up there
that kissed the night goodbye.
I’m hope in your room.
Don’t let me down.
Can you see me now?
[the last verse came watching the movie The Summer Book walk its way into my heart]