I’m telling you
the birds and the bees.
It’s way over your head?
Come on now slow down and read.
This is the biggest thing on earth
where we whip up ourselves.
I’ve revealed the times,
any way you look at them.
See that dog standin’ there?
It’s the same for him.
Now let this poem unfold before your eyes
a poet where you’re sittin’.

All about bears and livid nature
just feed the worm.
They just didn’t do it right,
be themselves in a public crowd.
An exaggerated sense of self
led them through the day.
This is the human worm.
I think this plagues everybody.
It’s baseline bein’ human,
when we encounter each other.
I am so big in my eyes.
I need to show this to people.
I have to feel good about myself
and expose my difference.
I am just one in a crowd,
and that hurts.

A social hierarchy makes everybody sting
and just messes up bein’ human.
Everyone is just falling all over themselves
to be an item.
Your boss said no.
Now, what’s at fault here?
Everybody’s just bein’ human.
Let me give you a hug.
I’ve just arrived on the scene,
and I think we met once,
and I have to show this scene my Jesus imitation
mi corazón,
or I just sit back and judge everybody
pretendin’ to be bigger than everybody else
with my debonair,
so they see I’m the one important here.

Can you stop?
Nobody can.
These are the facts of life.
I’m a hole in one.
I see everything as the center of me.
My senses place me dead center.
I hear everything inside
confirm that.
I feel it on my skin,
and you can be my child,
and I am not your senses to you,
and your inner life is dead to me.
I don’t hear a thing.
I infer.
I gather.
I learn to empathize.
I don’t know where you’re at
as you see me.
My world is so big you understand,
your world pressin’ in on me.
I’ve got to show yah I’m worth.

Here’s the deal.
You don’t believe me,
unlessin’ we mean for each other.
There are just too many of us to care
about them others.
This is such an exaggerated posture,
however much noise we make
to show our worth.
We feel ourselves so deeply.
We are ever-present with ourselves,
and we want so to be liked and loved,
not made to feel bad
about who we are.
Oh man please listen to me.
We each and everyone of us hurt so
because we’re ridin’ the world
right upon its seat,
legitimately the peddlers of existence,
wind in our hair,
fire under our tires,
and not a person sees that but us.

Oh my God that hurts.
It’s downright mean
to arrange a world bottle this way.
Is it a Creator laugh?
We’re so on ourselves,
little children at the handlebars,
peddlin’ for all it’s worth.
Who can blame us for bein’ mean?
Now you know that’s not right,
and God is not a son of a bitch.
We’re workin’ out a plan
too big for us to see.
We have to take the impossible
and pump it on our bikes,
not live in a storm
of I am the you, the me.

We have to do this ourselves,
realize every Dick and Jane
is the center of ourself too,
and they feel the world out there
the central event in it,
just like everyone of us does
to our existential eyes.
Oh my God all life fits there.
Oh my God all the world fits there.

Can you see the change in identity?
There you are
identifying with everything.
Now you can still get your work done,
but with radically changed hands
and thought process,
and your heart beats in everyone’s
so that you can feel them
like yourself.
Even if you fumble this
someone really does you in,
you climb back up there
because it’s how you see.

Now am I livin’ wart?
I have the apple in my hand.
I’ve explained to you humanity,
right there in social dice.
I’m the cows come home,
and I’m different you see?
I’m posturin’ so you’ll give me worth.
Is it all a game?
Do we just bury our heads in sand dunes
we are so embarrassing on each other?
Oh no sweet brother,
sweet sister,
puppy dog,
pussy cat,
we are so much more than tumultuous sees.
We are bigger than stars,
just immature infants that’s all
to how fucking big everything is
and meaningful.
We have a role to play
in an unimaginable creation’s purpose,
these little animals that we are,
but we grow up you see.

I’m speakin’ from that tall noon
far off in a shimmering distance.
Inevitable we arrive.
A chrysalises
our dumb selves,
and we’re just waitin’ on that greater light
to open us,
and this poem has eyes
on that light.
Is that okay?
You sent me the email
to shut up.
I’m sorry I can’t.
It’s what makes me tick,
right here:
see that me there?
I’m lookin’ at the world
poet my number.
His editorial number
God central that’s you.

I have to have a storm to peddle in emergencies,
passage mean,
this business
of losing my job.
A cute muffin
is my horticulture,
a grassroots revealing poem.
Now think on this.
What’s so weird
this is Candid Camera.
We’re bein’ caught in ourselves,
because as luck would have it we are the One
lookin’ out at the world through everyone’s eyes.

We get caught in ourselves
seein’ that,
and there’s a host of pile-ons.
We’re creation’s niggers,
little hapless animals breastfeeding on life,
not knowin’ who we are,
not knowin’ where we came from.
We’re a little window on time,
unaware of the All inside.
It’s spurs us on.
It gives us courage.
It’s not bound by time
or even existence.
We are there you see
in the front of ourselves
too close to see.

What a Hollywood.
It’s wonderful really,
and validates all our notions
of look important me.
To discover that in yourselves
you would have to remove the Earth from view,
see brighter than stars.
Can you do that?
That will be the day you will count forever
as the starting of your see.
You would’ve seen Earth laid bare
in all of its miracle.
In several seconds sums it up for me.
I’m seein’ all those pile-ons
a poet describin’ time.
Is that so bad?
A referee man,
I’m tellin’ yah how the cow ate the cabbage.
Am I invited to dinner?

The most precious thing on earth,
your dog loves you so,
and you can treat ‘im like a dog,
piss all over him
with your human control,
shock the shit out of him
with that play-button shock collar,
and he’ll lick your hand
and throw away all his pride at your feet.
Now how do we help that dog?
It's not abuse you get arrested for,
but you don't wanna look at it.
There’s better hours
his master can spend with him.
Well I found out
theys do me dog here too.
Comin’ in didn’t see that.
I thought I was a pedigree dog.
(The sound of laughter)
He gets embarrassed and shy
we share identity.
Get that puppy
so much better than scoldin’s.
Honor that dog.