We have everything to do
with being creatures on a role planet.
Our time in space
blackens our time in thought.
I promote myself
spits in the wind.
Art and thought,
I wonder if you feel anything
derelict.
I’ve perished this bloom.
Since everybody’s here,
except any majority of people,
I might as well clear my throat.

What do I hog to you today?
I wanna pull existence out of the hat,
be right on the ground of being.
I want you to say, "that’s me."
I put it in flower pots.
I sit here all day and fight it,
our anonymous with each other.
This is stadium big.

We are all points in space
too big for our britches.
We see ourselves huge in other’s eyes.
I’m talkin’ about ourselves.
We feel and think and be
the center of any room,
so big to ourselves,
and even if we are not the reason everybody’s there,
we see reality that way.

Take us off the megalomania lists.
I’m just talkin’ what it means to be human,
or the dog in the corner,
or the ant in the windowsill,
and you know that plant think?
It’s just not corralled its self-aware.
It just does not pedal to the end of the room.
Those thoughts aren’t in motion,
but you’ve got a plant big there,
everybody in the room.

How do I toll the star-gate?
We are stuck on one world
in our rounds of thought.
We cramp existence here.
Oh my God the experiment,
would it be the same in every laboratory?
Can we count existence a cheat?
Does it handicap worlds,
universes,
or does it just stage things properly?

Do you know you’re blind, deaf, and dumb
to what you see on the inside
of the person sitting next to you,
or leaving a comment,
or submitting a poem,
or who’ve you’ve encountered on the news?
Their inner reality is blind to yours.
We have bleeding cakes
in dream and vision
and in our thought wares unawares,
but these things are disguised.

You can’t hear another person
fill reality’s room.
You only hear yourself.
Hey Jim,
let’s create a world…
Screw this.
You handicappers.
Can I explain the problems in the world?

Taste another person please.
Know they’re there
as big as you,
and if they think they’re bigger, well,
how many times does this happen
in any given day?
We have to mitigate it.

They’re just stupid that’s all,
like we all are.
I’m sorry you’re stupid too.
Do you treat everybody as you,
give them a break,
the benefit of the doubt,
or forgive them their trespasses?
You will have a million excuses
why you can’t identify with them.

Come on people please.
You’re the center of everybody’s pole,
as you imagine them looking at you,
but they put themselves there, you know?
We can get better at it,
givin’ people the credit they deserve,
givin’ people their own self
in our very own eyes.

Who’s humanity in the room?
Can a poet speak that voice?
Can we ride poetry there?
The productivity’s there
be a hurt bag
and find humanity.
And watch everybody spill the beans.

I am so very blacklisted,
I could rise to the occasion
and blossom humanity in my heart
and write it down in gifted speech,
and they would just turn and look the other way,
the stadium managers in humanity,
who’s who who block poems.
Now do you hear me
blossom humanity?
Now do you hear me blossom poems?

A bridge is the universe.
We are reality big.
It’s a major crossing.
Focus on the many aspects of this visual poem
heard while doing science.
In a round about way put it on your shoulder
I’m your friend.
It’s been a lot of Scottish in here.
I’ve done a daily
put people in the shoes with me.
He put the swim in there.
I am the render in time,
the render in space,
that’s the One I’m worth.

That farm,
that house is play,
here’s where you too,
not the separate consciousness
but the localized in space,
God of the whole evolves.
That’s the cherry blossom.
That’s where we all rise in sync.
I’m an American band I’m comin’ through your town, [sing line]
this is exactly what
the stadium room,
that cherry bloom.