Survival,
he’s a porn star
backwards.
Category, right?
Everybody’s hurtin’ to us to everybody.
Said he was sort of thirsty.
He biblioteched,
and nobody mobbed to check his stores
unhanded.
The appearance of a sudden rush of traffic
bulldozed into no meaning.

You’ve got to be kidding me.
It’s Walt Whitman on eves.
This is dangerous stuff.
It grabs hallelujah
fast walkin’ past yah.
Yeah I’m little and big,
I to my pronoun all day,
and I explode in sudden stars.

Several million people just came here
in the thought throes.
The ones with mouths open,
they just went right through.
I think we’d reached the 70s,
on a two-day run,
the people that made the stats page
and then vanished.

I looked at the stout paper.

I was livin’ down the street
all peppered with snow.
Is that even possible,
readers from all over the country
for two days
then no?
Readers from all over the world,
no.
This was an American gig.

How did scores and scores of people,
from all over this land,
tune into this blog,
from its beginning to end,
all along the timeline of posts?
From the most liberal and conservative places,
do you think people were calling each other on the phone?
That’s not right.
It’s not even possible.
What happened?

No one left a like to know
or a comment in the sun.
They slipped their hand down my pants and left,
and even Douglas got a twirl.
They read his stuff too
on the nature of dreams,
goin’ way back,
and bright and shiny Nithish
got his poems fumbled through.
What do you make of that?
We were checked out
by so many damn people
I thought we was discovered.

We didn’t get away with it now.
We have to go back to Land’s End
and wonder over time,
so much more pettin’ for Luna
and long walks.
This is incredible,
blah, blah, blah, blah.
What else left there is to say?
Thank you David and all my loyal fans.
You’re gold.

That was a wallop.
You know Groundhog Day,
and I’ve got time to do it again,
open you with poetry
it’s all you can do but read.
The zipper’s almost closed.
No, that’s not my play-yard.
You got some grasp of my sincerity.
I’m not spillin’ beans here.
I’ve been to the top of the mountain and see,
and I can move through the forest at ease,
unastonished by its distance
to the arrival of home.
Can you count with me there
honey I’m home,
Great Scott! I’m home?

Standing up and take notice,
me and my brothers in high school,
seismic crews,
there’s no packing it up.
All along the Appalachian Trail
there’s no sizin’ it up.
You’re in stark forests
on mountain paths
that get your goat
and rhododendron to springtime.

How can I explain this to you,
suddenly show up on my seismic calendar
an earthquake of two days,
and I’m just walkin’ the trail, you know,
brandishin’ hallelujah
wherever it goes?
A sudden laugh—
well I do write poetry—,
and the great public feet
advance and move on.
I could’ve sworn they were here
in my sudden mood,
hello?
I could’ve sworn they were there, you know?

Why front him with the universe?
Dangerous,
he's kinda weird
to let you know study.
No one's listenin'.
Wake in a bad mood
all these lightning bolts,
the most startling ideas on earth
in terms of scope and grandeur.
He will suddenly turn on your lights.
Now where did all that attention go,
seeing how it grows and grows?

All the while feelin’ zero
combered down in a body
on this great big blue Planet Earth,
you’ve tailed myself today.
Stop bein’ silly.
Run our apartment through the register,
and you have a pairin’ match,
meaning and Planet Earth.
Stop playin’ possum.
I know you got your shoes on
and how you turn it off,
meanings where the inflations are.

Let’s have an argument.
The end of the world,
it comes with great passion
you touch some genital
not just the whole time sweetie.
Can you do homework?
Can you?
So you don’t have an idea what to say?
Did already Deuteronomy,
a Biblical proportion of excuses.
Makes me
ecstasy
they tell me you can,
if you can,
give a child orgasm
bluetooth.

I’m just playin’ on your wipers
every parental hand comes across
find 211.
They know the damage you can do
and don’t push the boundaries.
My mom did
and so many ecstasy seekers.
Makes for a better world
we don’t
give sexual orgasm to children.
I’m tellin’ yah
how to stop this disease
you don’t understand.

Children are ripe for it
from soon after birth,
these overwhelming feelings
they don’t know how to deal with.
It’s easy to lead them there,
and every type of Tom, Dick, and Harry does,
even if they’re female,
but most people who like children,
where the whirlwind touches them,
are very attracted to them,
like you are attracted to your spouse
or the opposite sex.
It’s spell down there
naturally given,
because it’s their nature to do that.

The most thunderstruck part of humanity
the sexual attraction we feel,
the sexual attraction we range,
and we pour this all over humanity
it’s how we meet the world.
That’s why it’s so regulated.
You deal with sexual attraction by using it
in confounded degrees.
You don’t always touch it,
but the attraction is there,
even if you’re married and don’t cheat on your spouse.
Can you identify with that?

How roar this is in your life.
You do your wife with it
and give sex to your husband.
You satisfy yourselves.
A person does a child no differently.
To understand why you were orgasmed
as a child,
why they took your pants off and abused you,
they were responding nature’s call.
They were obeying their subconscious spell.
That’s fucked up, idn’t it?

Now look at every billboard in this land.
Fulfill your desires they say,
and sex is so celebrated, you know?
Now the disenfranchised,
the ones whose desires aren’t accepted in society,
what do they do with it?
Can you be celibate?
Can you knock this out of your life?
Can you just completely deny your sexuality?
Of course not.
Your needs are not simple enough.
I help you get down that far.
Open hallelujah,
I help you win.
That’s the time of day.

It’s too strong a passage
to fulfillment.
You’re dealin’ with your other half,
that part that’s missin’,
and your whole body just wants to reunite
with a body that makes you fulfillment.
That can get screwed up.
Men loving men, women loving women,
however accepted that becomes,
it’s not the fulfillment of the male and female body
matching each other.
Do you understand the homosexual?
And you give him license to pride
or reluctantly because the law does.
You finally see he can’t help it,
however you cover it up with Pride
and talk about the right to choose.

Am I gettin’ anywhere?
I haven’t gotten started yet
in how to stop sexuality in your life
if you’re attracted to the wrong pull,
if what you want is illegal
and harmful to other people.
I know this panic.
I can negotiate its price.
I do not please the crowd.
You want this out of sight,
exterminated.
You want me to validate your every understanding
there are monsters in our midsts,
horrible people,
really obsessed with power
and dominence
that like to hurt children,
choose to hurt children,
because they’re bad people.
You want me to grovel at your feet
and show I understand like you do
these people are disgusting, okay?
It’s no wonder you’re not getting anywhere
with child molestation.

I bring you peace and love,
a whole field of understanding.
I want you to know the score,
and I’m good at it.
I know how to handle myself
in a storm.
I am not Ma and Pa Kettle.
I don’t damage your room.
I put faith and understanding there,
way off topic
from the conventional lines.
I can test your reason.
I can show you what’s up
in the darkest places on earth.
I’m not a little man
the darkness wins.

I’ve pulled off my blog
so many pages
that deal with light
in the unfathomable.
I’m avoiding mobs
and the lynchmen,
but you need to see that light.
You need to get better
to put children in the right place:
we know how to raise them,
the number one epiphany in humanity.
You hit them and abuse them
all day long,
force them into concentration camps
called school
that they must revolve their life around
or die,
put there their worth.
You’re in their pants
confusing their sense of self down there
with keep that away from children
in any expression of childhood sexuality.
You make them think your thoughts,
adopt your religion,
and just generally be you.
You can’t have them on independence spheres,
and you control them to the nth degree
to keep them from managin’ themselves.
They might get in trouble.

See the shape of the world we’re in?
We abuse children you see.
Are you game for this?
You can’t live without it,
and a pedophile is just another figure
you don’t see yourself with.
If we don’t change our way with children,
we will lose our world.
You hear that mommy and daddy?
Now let’s get this darkness to light,
where your hand is on your children’s rumps,
where you’re forcing them to grades
and controlling their every move
and just generally be mean to them.

Didn’t see the coming, did you?
A poet on a blog in time,
did he do it,
give something so controversy
the world’s constructed better for it?
Did he do it
all ye reasonable people,
or are you just ruled by your grunt instincts?

That’s a good question,
ain’t it?
That’s the name of the game.
Will you share with me there?
That’s a broken hallelujah?
Okay, time shares.