Outsider

like outsider art 
the underbelly has always existed
finding each other in caves
gutters  
seedy bars 
and coffee shops

gently or angrily
pushing when they say to pull
as counterpoint
to the mechanism we think He needs 

He keeps Inverting 
As a rule, using the names
of those outside 
who we like to 
mercifully 
let exist 
inside

but, He has never been inside
He is in the outsider 
telling us it doesn't matter out there:
where we were born
who we were born to
what they did to us
what they did for us 
disordering our stories
tangling and re-casting 

This is what we felt in him 
You did feel it? 
He called it the kingdom of heaven
and it is in us