WHERE YOU GONNA GO, BUSTER?
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Steppenwolf fingers of Family’s right here and now, smiling at me playin’ The Fool, a beggar
Different from the Others in gene pools of neutrons, protons and electrons, mama holds dear
Satisfaction’s never guaranteed woman, no money back, golden ring is God’s demigod blood
A flow out north and south poles, my lucid dream sold to a white boy in a backwater flood.
Some sons of does do run with herds of spiked bucks, roaming without purpose, live to die
No purpose it seems other than to run, to avoid being eaten alive or worse, a trophy for Moe
To be or not is an option for none other than the human naked ape, a la mode of apple pie
I can still hear the basement door creak when the hinges were swung open, Homer’s below.
No spirits stick on matter, used and consumed, beware of smiles and backstabbing googles
Liberty from the northern and southern banks of extinct Americans-Asians, prenatal survival
Compared to the freezing cold, naked and hairless skin of ancestors worshiping Ra & Baal
We’re the gods that we thought came dropped a dime on our ancestors and left us struggles.
If you have eyes to understand the nature of destiny’s reality, a search to breathe in and out
You suck it in, chew and spit it out into leagues of muck and mire, spirit son of a sea biscuit
In and out of the air, all around the whole shebang of matter and energy, go hug-out doubt
Can’t make Man or God out of bread and wine, respect to knock-off hydroponic honey bees.
Sweet, warm, bitter, cold, #FakeNews unknowns of this Yin’s and Yang’s real serendipity, GA
Trees consume carbon dioxide and exchange it for exhaust, this oxygen we suck as if cream
Mystery of the deaf-dumb sensory perception of mankind, resolved in seizure of this dream
Look and see a UFO blink152, Persia-Greece-Romano category imperatives, Mazda Zeus’ Ra.
All these verbs, nouns, articles, adjectives of interjections nobody wise or idiotic ever finds
There’s an empty, black void between linguistical hell, good-evil hands in mine, angel minds
Doors never existed to block exits or entry, being Space’s place where Nothing is God’s face
Godsend, a burned core, #BlackHole dancin’ with a hot #SuperNova , my Void, All My Space.
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r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER 28th, 2018 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #Backstabbers by the #MightyMighty The O'Jays HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hzTeLePbB08 }
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