#BONAROO @ZZTOP & @ACDC #SOULSTRIPPER TIME

BROKEN CONCRETE & ICED CAFE

by Richard Joseph Stephan   *   Wednesday, July 18, 2018

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If I tell you that I love you, that’s just common cents but I will call you just a friend to feel

Probably not but there’s no harm in asking, just in case you were lookin’ for such a real deal

Something to sink your teeth into, as an animal does when they really like some form of god

Sculptures of clay and granite, paintings, sketches, poems, stories, novels form this hot rod.

Stuck into the fire and burned until piping, white hot as the sun above the darkness squeeze

Flowering matrix of being, omnibus full of passengers on the way to nowhere’s empty skies

All of it moving in perpetuity to avoid stagnation and annihilation of Being itself, dying guys

Perpetual loneliness of the feeling of Oneness within the horrid and the lovely moon babies.

Picked up all of the pieces I could find scattered about the continents, set foot upon the decks

It’s just a ton of broken concrete askew in a neighborhood of sharp dressed, pregnant ducks

Putting one foot in front of the other and fighting for the rights and privileges of a monarchy

All One present descendant’s DNA coded syllo-gism of cloned DNA, a Hole, Trinity’s divinity.

Moved from restfulness itself, absorbed in the feeling, the concept, an idea out of space-time

Production of evidence that Nothing matters and if it did, who would care to drop the dime

On me or on your mother, your uncle or maybe right on top of your own head, goddaughter

Years and miles from the final departure, ashes back from the stones of this rocky saltwater.

Nobody’ll be left to dream about it, eventually when the species becomes extinct, it’s a tease

Will it be me or you, stranger not even born yet in 2018 AD, maybe 3030 AD, still gittin’ loose

Do not beam the messenger up to the UFO just yet because the message IS a concrete noose

Pussycats in a cup of jacked up white juice, you need it, I need it, iced nuts spiked, yes please.

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r j j stephan, i { *header is the Cheshire Kat on something like H & 2O, WhiskeyVodka or just plain ole’ #BlackJack Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey }

c. July 18, 2018 Mercredi @ 11:11 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to ZZ Top LIVE Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival back in 2013 link @ https://youtu.be/-uZinAmZtJg }

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