HELLO POLE STARS

If you permit me to say
poet,
your poetry is a class
but well above the level I feel
of those who NEO'S hand- clasp

You can't be understood
by normal guys of my unintelligent level
without a thesaurus.

So good as you may and are
beyond reach of a guy
in hurry
in a car
you in the wilderness of time are
a lonely star
distance wise beyond the Pole Star

I remain in my old perforated car