UNDER AN IRIDESCENT MOON
Richard Joseph Stephan
c. · Tuesday, September 4, 2018
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c. · Tuesday, September 4, 2018
In a change of mind and heart, the blow of death fades from taking over, like Godzilla
It’s not that you don’t want to be immortal and healthy forever until a Rico supernova
Reality is, we all come and we all gotta go sooner or later, but for sure it rings a bell
Nothing will survive either a century more or less, not even a vampire, not an angel.
I ain’t gonna let it get me down, just ‘cause I got a table for two and only One will die
Lonely rooms everywhere in every house from Tupelo to Tallahassee, tons of smokin’
Guns and rifles and plants rolled into cigars, bullets, gunpowder, girls and whiskeyin’
What I’ve done, I can’t remember it all but it was always light of the neon moon and I.
For the first and last time, the absolute Truth about the reality of origins, a third eye’s door
Heaven and Hell are the illusions of the frustrated monks and all brothers who come and go
In their haste to conclude the wonder, conclusions have been bleached, on the ground floor
With accidental fortune and a primal brain-full of mind, philosophy emerges for a deep blow.
Found nothing that I’ve ever lost because the found is valued as a deserved recompense
For the things that you’ve lost and never have found, nobody cares or remembers nonsense
Into the mystic, the clouds part and the absolute clearness of the sky let’s the spirit rise to fly
Out of the atmosphere, this world, jacked jaws wide, now so what, too dang high to tell a Lie?
Hillbillies and city slickers tryin’ to teach me how to be in Chicago or Maui, a little coonsmile
For the sake of Good, Bad and the Ugly the show must go on, immerse my love in dark holes
I saddled up when I was just a boy, rode off into a sunset, never went back to holy lake bowls
Born, raised urban cowboy, speedin’ in the city, past beer country moons, my irridescent pile.
by
r j j stephan, i { Blown dust off of the bible mixed with a Harvey Wallbanger yields 2P2O5 ! }
c. September 4, 2018 Tuesday @ 5:55 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to @DavidLeeMurphy #DustOnTheBottle & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uNkF_ZpQ4eg }
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