You are not the image reflected in the eyes of the one you love nor are you a glass of red wine
No spice grown out of the dirt of this burned out cinder of an ash, microscopic-macro divine
Please don’t follow this to the ultimate conclusion, assume nothing and conclude, slow-blown
All greased, it’s all wet down to the soul-rubber, prophylactic, invisible six-string down song.
It comes in orgasmic simulation of a star’s death, letting loose of the star stuff into the Void
As if the macroscopic and the invisible are One and the same microscopic and invisible, a toy
Playing games with the mind and body given or the ones stolen or borrowed for a time’s boy
Home run or triple, double or single, it matters little if any that the game’s all over, android!
Necessary condition is annihilated for the sake of the abyss’ presence of , dead star river flow
Men and women, old or young trying to stay alive without being killed, gutted, cooked, eaten
Perfectly deposited in the middle of the empty circle, the solid, liquid and gas mixing reason
In the deep, dark holy place where the orgasmic frenzy lurks to coax the effulgence to blow.
Not dreaming now, never dreamed at all and I never, ever will in the future, it’s all a mirage
Nothing to see, feel, taste or hear but you can smell the odor a mile away from a holy origin
It is the scent of the dead, fish, birds, gods and men, stench of places that garbage dumps in
Paradise of the imagination, what was lost and found without a clue, just the end of my Time.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 2, 2018 @ 12:12 PM PDT
{ drafted while listenin’ to my iHeart station 94.7 WLS-FM-chicago https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ }
*HAPPY 67TH ANNIVERSARY MAMA & PAPA ALFANO/STEPHAN & HAPPY 64TH BIRTHDAY TO MY ONE OF MY FABULOUS SISTERS, @JoJoDomico & here's my JoJo tribute GOOD DAYS IN 1950 & 1954 !
W.W.A.R.D.?
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