CONSCIOUS’ HO, WON’T SWALLOW
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 4, 2018
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Carnivore bites you and tastes your blood, it’ll crunch your bones, y’all kiss canine boldface
Dead maybe not but eaten you’d be, therefore better take pains to arm well, leather and lace
War’s arrows, bows, pistols, rifles, knives, swords or whichever tool it takes to finish the job
Selfie defense of your own and your family’s, throttle what you got, eliminate things you rob.
So, employ the unemployed or give the no-count riff-Raff free money and food-stamp doors
To make sure they got cold beer, whiskey and all of the skunk they can puff, punks n’ wimps
Participating tribal rituals makin’ it skin tight, out of sight, boys n’ girls down, neon pimps
Nothing personal, shotguns at one with being alone doesn’t mix in tribes of eleven to fours.
Wasn’t anybody holding you down like when you were thirteen and bein’ beaten by a pillow
From an empty, black hole with nothing to show it filled up with the refuse of the gods’ glow
Sun and stars above and below this mile we walk alone, sometimes good or evil, always Bad
All night rambling between my tiny ears, each side of the computing matter, orphans all glad.
Your mother’s father doesn’t matter, everybody gets grandfathered in, even ET’s from Venus
Women from Mars and angels from Saturn, Uranus and Neptune, gins, kings, queens, gods
You ain’t listenin’ to the Word or the Meaning or you’d launch, not your rockets but your life
On the way to the eternal mocking of the black and white shinin’ blowholes on matrices dots.
Jumped out of your clothes the moment I asked you if you needed your back scratched, yep
That’s exactly how the food needs to be, undressed and raw as the moment it got boned up
From naught but an egg, sperm, rusty love or at least lust, created gender-dead meat chops
Turned out to be alive and not dead, just unspoken and unbroken, opened wide legs and lips.
Way down from First Taste past two lips, way down to a kaput finale, flushed God’s holy fight
Boredom edge over the ennui and moved the gods to battle over the ways and means, Power
Shine on stars from the blackness, millions of years apart, find ‘It’ down at the speed o’ Light
Hundred, eighty six thousand miles a second, R, W & B rollin’ stones, I’m God’s Father. Man!
by
r j j stephan, i { DO NOT GIVE UP & RUN! DON’T LET TAKE OUR GOD & GUNS! }
c. BLOWVEMBER 4, 2018 @ 5:55 AM PST
{ drafted while eatin’ a Georgia Peach in the darkness, under starlit skies of NorCalUltras
kicked to the ground in a mighty Void, #chickens on the side! listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd
#GodAndGuns flowin’ through my circulatory system, #CominBackForMore link for the
PEACEMAKERS in the dresser drawers @ https://youtu.be/Gwd46EvhYw4}
W.W.A.R.D.?
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