ROLLIN’ BENEATH, AIR BASE WING
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Flyin’ objects you cannot identify and your feet are still grounded in mythology of dead men
High highfalutin’ kings of the spades, hearts, diamonds and billy clubs, enforce, pretend club
Like this is normal, to live and die and not know why, to jump to an uneducated conclusion
Once there, staying deep in the bottom, near the Mariana Trench toward the core of the hub.
Perform One’s dance, reproduce DNA genomes from an dubiously dubbed creation, Big Bang
Keep your idiots and morons in sight, civilize the savages and force obedience to a law’s fang
Explore the unknown and get to the end before you fade to the Blackness, the Void’s sponge
Putting my wheels’ rubber to the asphalt is all I cared about on the maiden voyage of grunge.
Playing the things that got me to @Nirvana and the #StairwayToHeaven provide on the glide
From the slippage out of the open wound of Woman into the mockery scars of Man, God lied
Waiting for the Word to prove the existence of the unseen based on the imaginary hope of Id
Deep within the mental process of this human, you and the rest of the brood, did what I did.
I deny that anything other than my mother and father having coitus’ diamond, meddling in
Love is what I got, teachin’ this mythological inheritance is rational, a One, above and below
If you were the creator of the universe, you would not make the third stone from the sun now
Once the chant has begun it cannot end without the reason for it beginning in the first place
To heal the wounds of existence, the struggle to survive on a hostile planet of viral infection
Bacteria to overwhelm everyone and everything under the sun, plant, animal and the rockin’
Sounds of the amplified string plucks and animal skin tight beatings, cashing in the grace.
Around dead man’s curve or in the wild blue yonder, it matters to no one, it means nothing
Fools move about the rooms, separated by the empty bags of bones, spirits and souls, King
Queen puts you in mate on sixty-four squares, eight by eight, dark or white checkin’ pawns
Completed superman and superwoman philosophies, one chain, one prison, seminal songs.
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r j j stephan, i
c. July 27, 2018 @ 1:11 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Bette Midler #BeMyBaby & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OewqBtA3nv4 }
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