STRIPPERS, ROLL ME SOMETHIN’
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 13, 2018
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Could be beautiful and invisible at the same time, in stealth like a bomber ready to annihilate
From the pity of the rat-infested cities to the sorrow of the back-wood, dirty-road caliphate
Pills and salves on within and without the 208 bones of Adam’s Eve and the DNA star-trust
All Time in every Space is One and the same, nowhere and everywhere makin’ out holocaust.
Creation of two F-22’s, a raptor 412 million bucks each makes a 1/2 a billion buck shadow tax
Go to work and pay the piper, take it from your sweat and blood, to hell with your baby tears
Bombers and flying wings of flashing lights, back-engineered mothers not of this Earth’s men
What is it? What are they? X-15 shoes on my feet at 13, never wore out, taken, God’s whores.
Escort performing, #Underground nature of a Being, Earth’s your mother, it’s not your pop’s
F-18 #Skunks have an odor of bloody punks pretending to be tuned to invisible, cosmic gods
Numbskulls and intelligence merge into the bleeding river of nightmares and daydream stops
Wore a top hat and white gloves on the stage but naked as a j-bird in a rumble seat’s hotrod.
Greasing the gears to hide the naive, all too human fears, nobody knows everything ‘bout Life
In the river’s stream, playin’ the games in the right place at the wrong time, got to beat a wife
Not mine or yours but the wife of the guy in charge of the whole shebang, all-Broadway funky
Slippin’ in/out of dreams, creepin’ in the AM darkness, to find a dead-end ghetto OG junkie.
I shall survive alone and at one with the universe but I won’t have time to trump Hearts’ aces
Cards are dealt and I didn’t shuffle the deck, I didn’t cut the deck, I never knew divine faces
Could be beautiful and invisible at the same time, in stealth like a bomber ready to annhilate
My darkness without light consumed the moments I had laughing at the moon’s death fate.
It’s a burned out star, don’t shine or heat the bones and blood 186,000 miles away from here
A satellite of Earth’s status as Home of Android and Cellphones to communicate with Spock
Wandering and wondering with an evolved chain of lightnings central nerves, full faux-fear
From the get-go it’s Truth or fake Pride, be mellow, Hollywood be rollin’ bones off the dock.
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r j j stephan, i { *header is a DNA mix of The Jezabels, here, now! Blind between the eyes! }
c. BLOVEMBER 13, 2018 @ 5:05:05 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Kool & the Gang #HollywoodSwingin & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YK-cvcw3ngM?list=RDd-z2Kyiu0Nk }
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