SPANKY’S JOINT, ROLLIN’ MY DNA!
Young skin n’ bone strippers, pink Cadillac T-tops dropped, swingin’ chassis, I am, Adam.
Ones who never got the message, survival isn’t all there is, it is everything, cosmic stew
Everything in the hodge podge of dirt and rocks, the DNA moves and I laugh on a dime
Jokes and funny scat everywhere you look, the people, the animals, the space and time.
Peering through the peep holes in the fence, knowin’ it’s never time to get to the peon door
Nobody is allowed in until the final curtain draws to a close, awaiting an infinity’s corn pone
Back streets or the freeway exercise of the iron horse race, we roll on until the tires all blow
Rubber on the road, pedal to the metal and we’re flyin’ baby, what’s in back of us is way gone.
Cruisin’ in and out of the heavy traffic, on the shoulder and cuttin’ off the older ladies & kids
Old man gettin’ out in front of the crowd, shinin’ the crown above the monkeys wanna steal
Because they can’t figure out the sum of two plus two, it always mutates into high five bids
Visions and hallucinations of this substance, this #WhatItIs cannot be a mystery congealed.
Happy for a day and night, unhappy about the death of breath, world wobblin’ in smokin’ Fog
I am cruisin’ but runnin’ low on fuel, the rock and roll is about to cease, voided my gas’ tank
Still movin’ until the end of the perpetual locomotion in a pink Cadillac or 1500 cc @HD hog
Leather pants hooked up high n’ tight, hop on back my baby, we’re chitin’ on the blunt dank!
Fortunate daughters creatin’ the cheat-cheats for the baby boys, the sons of single fathers
Jumped on in the front seat, I got shotgun and you got the pedals so steer us to a promise
Who left that absurdity behind? Work a nine to five until you get to the other side’s ditz
Traffic in back of us, we dropped the pedal to the metal and we’re already in the olive pits.
Homegrown from the seed to the flower-tops, life grown and illegal to the weakest man’s sex
Higher than kites, blowin’ in cold or hot gas, revolutionary wobble my grandpa’s Fireman hex
Planet here in the middle of nowhere, space is black and dotted, obfuscated holy God’s dam
Young skin n’ bone strippers, pink Cadillacs rollin’ on DNA of swingin’ Pete, 7th son of Adam.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER 22, 2018 SATURDAY 12/22/2018 @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted while watchin’ #NationalLampoonsChristmasVacationMovie ‘89 link @https://youtu.be/cqggUo2kA3E & listenin’ to #TRAIN #WontYouSaveMeSanFrancisco & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/o4MKaH7d8OQ }
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