TIME OUT IN THE CORNER, HUFF GOD’S ANGEL DUST
Curb all your intent for your reputation, the Silurian hypothesis that Dr. Who hypothesized
You’ve got another thing comin’ when you arrive at your predestiny back into cosmic dust
No consciousness or recollection of the reason why the cosmos produced Earth & God fear
Hey women! Are any of you watchin’ what the men have been mutating ad infinitum, dear?
Earth will atrophy, in history that hasn’t happened yet, apocalypse merges with the One too
Millions of years before right here and now, there was something there and then, stone blue
You are not certain that the absence of history explains the origin of the solar system’s rocks
Planets and moons burned until only ash in an empty vacuum of atomless Space, tattoo fool.
Compression of subatomic particles are without intent, look for the scars & tattoos of lovers
Earth PETM is what tells the whole story, we were a star and our mind is all carbonic leftovers
Climate change is more or less status quo of the humbling shock, anoxia fool in Maximum PET
All you know is about all that you’ll ever know, the catastrophe is inevitable, we’re the tools.
Survive by lucky fortune being in the right place at the right time, the extinct blew in the wind
To comprehend the mystery we all need to die to the Earth, Wind & Fire, but we’re not ready
Never can be ready to absorb the unnamed life force we call divine, the gods or All the Above
Liquid rock rolling down the riverbeds toward the equator, some north & others south, I love.
Hidden in plain sight but only the blinded by the light will know it when they see it, blinded
Cross-eyed the cause of distortion, everything on Earth, all things in every galaxy God bred
Pure thought of this idea, conception occurs in random, reverse order of cause and effects
First came before the Last Cause, a Lost Cause, dream within a dream, all too human defect.
Unseen by human eyesight since the thing itself, a catastrophe is the description of chaos
Unexpected and overwhelming at one & the same time, Earth is sinkin’ into the salty sea
Matter and everything microscopic & macroscopic triggers the destabilization of all atoms
Remote needs a recharge to keep its selection of synchronistic theories for my baby bums.
Unknown Past is hypothetical because the known is here & now right before our very eyes
Dead without the Living is Nothing at all, zero from zero yields zero, it never bakes the pies
Cherry to apple pie, fully packed within the crust, allow understanding a mystery Gobeklitepe
In this place in Space at this Time, present and at one with the solid, liquid and gas of Earth.
Black denim & chrome to the bone the hillbilly deluxe duo skipped a decade or three, shots?
You know and I know it’s all about the parties before the children came to be coddled robots
Not that it was their fault or anything, scat happens and then one side backs down, a hotwire
Nobody stays mad too long after the banjo stops strummin’ the flames into great balls of fire.
Beginning about sundown, the party moves ahead to midnight & beyond, my place or hers
Antimatter of Time in this party Space, movin’ the molecules into formation for the equation
An unknown becomes invisible to the ones who’ve been blinded by good old days of my bros
Put yourself in my place, on second thought, skip it, hope you’re never in my place of holes.
Remember those olden days? Yeah you know you do, before the kids & the old men jivin’
Hope your daughters don’t have to put up with the internet and apple phones, I’m singin’
Good old days on the way to never comeback, except on your daddy’s 8mm film edit of Us
Not on our dimes, they all got good intentions but left it to revert to it’s original cosmic dust.
Fear just because you don’t know you can defeat that in a flash, with your honored fathers
Bills need to be paid, kids to be raised, work to be done, houses to be built, we catch fishers
Dim consciousness due to the early glue sniffin’ in grade school, middle & high school, etc
Lucky I made it out of there alive, dark places I didn’t recognize but escaped by the skin of…
Peeled the fruit & metabolized the solar sugar out the Earth’s vitamin C and minerals to be
Go ahead and try not to get lost when you find I’m not behind you anymore, now you’ll see
It’s all on you, not me at all and it never was on me, but I swallowed the blame, consumed
For I know, I believe, nothing but a catastrophic collapse of the galaxies into the mushroom.
Don’t shoot the messenger, I may be wrong but I bet my bottom dollar whatever that is
That I’m right & anyone who disagrees with my hypothesis is wrong, by definition for this
A throw-back classic sometimes just crops up in its own good time, might be cool or trash
Bottom line, it’s all about the good ol’ days, for real, y’all recall, ladies & gents, join MASH.
Smooth talker and a crooner from the holy nights back in the good ol’ days, I remember being
Feels like just yesterday, in and out of the jails of the sheriff and constables’ counties of sin
Never forget the boogie woogie, rock and roll, jammin’ the rap, blues & jazz, good ol’ days
No reason not to return if you could, for one New York Minute, impossible, remembering’.
Fill her up my dad used to say that to the gas station attendant & it was a smell of odiferous
Nobody knew that this little boy was inhaling gas fumes & getting’ sick for no reason but US
Never tell the folks that the kids were bein’ poisoned for the good of civilization & culture chit
Being alive and kicking when your other eight lives have already been lived & gone, this is It!
My like of living goes way back to the ladies cuddling up with my baby ass when I was 2 & 3
Hey those were the good ol’ days for real, party everywhere my ma & pa took me to absorb
Birthdays of relatives and saints of the Catholics of my father’s & mother’s blind faith to be
Thanksgiving & Holy Day’s circumcision of a crucified god son of an almighty Zeus, a sun orb.
What were these ignoramus’ philosophies going to do other than accelerate the extinction
No free choice in the decisions to launch nuclear missiles all over Earth to full annihilation
Weather permitting in a quarter of a million years hence & heretofore, there will be blood
With the doom and gloom, love will blend & create animation out of dead air in the mood.
Compare the gold medal to the stanley cup because you’ve won both, guilt of the crime too
Hat tricks puttin’ pucks in a goalie’s mask, more stitches where a face used to be so GD blue
Bloody old words in deduced assumptions and conclusions, fill a Void ½ full of bovine scat
Truth is, Earth is an accident of the sun’s appearance due to a Big Bang & Space/Time warp.
Ain’t my place to be in 1st, 2nd or 3rd but I always show up for the party even under the gun
Pin & needles fillin’ the holes with sharp points that will stick up those who don’t have fun
There will always be a fight somewhere, sometime and you’ll be involved in it, inevitable sin
Asserting dominance over subordinates is a legit form’s play, controlled pink & black for skin.
All about the subjects and objects in Space being predicated in Time, now is past, I’m ahead
Being present in the one presence, no doubt about it, all holy chit’s embedded in my forehead
Not only but also, every time it happens every place, humans remain mortal, we got your six
Grilled and drilled to be the disseminator of the immortals’ leftover philosophy of dialectics.
Alas, I’m going to need you to amend a revolting development, out of your control
It’s all in my purview and I will accept full responsibility for the actions & reactions
Of every mouse & human who acts out the avoidance of extinction, multiplication
They are all each one of them responsible for survival of the grounded amphibian.
All we are and have always been, is the epitome of the disembodied, mighty original
Imagine Nothing, absence of absolutely everything that’s a form of matter ala seminal
Dreaming about where it all began, helped to feel good about runnin’ with Blues boys
Started all over on the road so many time, I know it had to end but it didn’t, God’s toys.
Slinkys and squirt guns, water balloons and hide & seek neighborhood tricks and treats
Escaped that asphalt and CTA transfers from avenue to boulevard, great lake to suburbs
Blood dried and became the dust it originated from, activity recollected, prehistoric feats
Drum roll, curtain rises, one actor on the stage, alone without props, kicked to the curbs.
Needing your wants & wanting your needs, all dreams come true the day after you awake
Fools you’ve never seen before, everywhere around every corner, in every church & mall
Downtown, uptown, big state’s in small towns or big cities in small states, all of ‘em, y’all
Like babies who swallow watches while singin’ about spillin’ wine on me, for God’s sake.
From a posh penthouse to the basement bedroom of a ghetto abode, a concoction drain
Souls move in and out of the machine’s ghost, egg to egg transported by a crazy flagellum
In ebb and neap tide mode, a mass in counter revolution, swishing water on the brain stem
Known about the unknown since conception, forgot a minute, remember now, need REM.
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r j j
stephan, i
c.
Friday, February 27th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1201 AMPST
#HappyBirthday99pops #IMissYouMan
RIP DADDIO
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