I’m fighting stars.
I have no idea
I can’t do anything
unless my muse reads it to me.
You are the couch
existence sits on to write.
Still hasn’t found you
able to write anything.
Here, do this circle.

No matter what I say,
no matter what I dream,
I can’t get rid of
those institutes
that go against the grain
of society in compelling posts.
I have been left without my boy
and wondering if he’s better off without me.
I am bereft of hope,
and this is bigger than my boy.
Is the whole thing a tin can?

Is existence squeezed out of existence
by the Diamond Bearer?
Is this all a charade,
and even God himself
can’t stop cryin’?
Is there a safe harbor anywhere,
a safe place?
I’m talkin’ existence big.

Thank you I’m smart
and can see the ruse in everything,
even my own ruse.
I can’t change my consciousness to save my life,
and I know what change means.
Are the roads to Supermind
blocked by Supermind?
Is enlightenment just a scare?
What gives?

Do you know how fucked up everything is?
Do you know how big it is,
the screw in everything?
We can’t climb Mount Everest with that.
We are foiled by cliff hangers,
and we can never reach the top,
and in the history of poetry I have to explain to you symbolism.
Nothing gets out of my bag.

Do you know how tall that is?
I’m meaning’s worth,
and I keep reaching holes in my story.
I don’t understand all that is,
but I know Gods play with us,
and there really are monsters under the bed.
Can you see my daily life?

Bigger than being
it arrives from distant shores,
the very breath of being,
and it gets there all the time,
in our underwear.
I cannot move this molestation.
Are we fucked from the very first?
There’s a hole in the program.
Whatever it is that uses us for existence
is unhinged?
That’s how the story grows?

What guarantee do we have that it is safe?
Are we existence’s pall bearers?
Alright arouse my pen
are we safe from the universe?
I question everything.
In the horror of day to day living,
living
where peace finds us
and goodwill,
you can’t condemn it all to understand.
You can’t even breathe.

Do you know we eat bread together on the inside,
and I am you and you are me?
That’s the joke ain’t it,
we spit on that.
I’m goin’ somewhere,
even if I don’t believe it sometimes.
I’m tryin’.

There I am on cars,
and I carry the world around all day
a poet’s worth.
I have these great big thoughts
that ground.
I mean I’m a scout for the human race
really involved with you.
I question my own worth,
but that’s not throwin’ myself away.
I work in the engine room of humanity,
and I don’t even think you know there’s there,
for what it’s worth.

We haven’t found ourselves yet
larger than our own personal skulls,
dangnabbit.
I’m a shopping spree
of the limits of ideas.
I can do it,
get out there where no thoughts are,
and I can hold existence in my hand.
Is that a safety rope?
I’m gettin’ underneath things
not because I have to because I love you,
and we can figure you
my little boy.

I witness
the safety ground,
and I’m lookin’ for it
in the large eyes he wears,
and I could just tear my heart out, you know?

I have the living room in my hand,
and I got a shot at Earth
lead me to him.
That’s the death of a unicorn
has almost swallowed him whole,
and he don’t know how to feel right,
my little boy.

I’m comin’ upon him now.
I’m placing a wall.
I thought for a brief time
there’s no doubt about it
this is what he wants
to flower with me.

You can’t lose your job.
James, I’m tellin’ yah the truth.
You will have his little hands in yours again,
right there on bright Earth,
where the Earth makes sense.
You’re fillin’ a role in the sky.

I didn’t allow
there’s monumental change ahead.
What happened?
It’s alright—
monumental impact.
Well here’s the movie here’s the camera,
and I’ve got ‘im,
I’ve got ‘im in my pocket. [sing this and above line]
Can this be like all played out?

Wide God,
did he actually go to touch that?
No, he resurrected Tommy
another poet live on earth;
another poet rides the Earth.