WHAT IT IS? SOMEBODY TELL ME...

CLAWS? WIFE & TWO BAMBINOS?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 25, 2018
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Was it something I said? Maybe it was something that I did to you? Did it hurt? She dines

It’s like there’s nothing more important than getting some food to eat, like it’ll kill me to go

I like to stalk and play with the game before the suppertime, my shebang of cattery of felines

Got to hunt for the mate, she awaits the return with the game of her choice, oh baby buffalo.

Mothers don’t want their young eaten just because there was no self defense, so mothers kill

Kill the predator and leave it for the buzzards and jackals who love to pick at the dead stuff

Miracle is that there is anything alive left on Earth at all, the voracious appetite to eat itself

God and Jesus, Buddha and Krishna care less about Zen Oneness than I, they’re all D E A D.

But I’m still here and now giving the low down on the down low with the boys and girls in bed

Places we’re born, on ground floors of hospitals’ O.R. or in a cave in a Sp/Fr/English sinkhole

On the West side of the Pacific or Atlantic waters, men and women reproduce little Cisco kids

Poncho and Diego met down at the border, WAR began at holy Rio Grande, outlaws gotta go.

In time, this too shall pass beyond the mud, the blood and the beer in your gullet, set to bust

It is as it always was and always will be, with or without me here and now, we’re all gonna die

I’m here to say that, it was my job, my life’s only reason for allowing my being in the sawdust

Less than perfect at bit or two, yet I am the only game on the page, a black cat paw’s on a fly.

Playing it again for Sam won’t do any good, Sam’s got to jam on the 88’s until the cows come

The light’s just past the total darkness embedded deep in my soul, my spirit, my mind’s numb

I slid into home, head first, hit the bottom, it turned out to be the top, yo, what’s it all about?

Nowhere else to go where I am not, I am all of this everywhere, I’m blinkin’ lights, I am Out.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 25, 2018 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ written listenin’ to #WARtheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/P0oUXbE4G2w }

RJS #MONEY

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