#DropTheTopBaby
SPARKS, FIRE, ODDS IN FAVOR *
Hotter than a pistol after ten rounds fired into the bull’s eye where nothing but emptiness Is
Glimpse of the way when blinded by Light in an empty nest where silence annihilates the kids
Dark matter and White Noise permeate the atmosphere both above and below the substances
Water, Fire, Air and Earth mix up the rocks and rolls ‘em around infinity’s ellipse, who says?
Sweetened spots and sourpuss funk in boots all have smoke swirling in past winds of Time
Everything is what the timing is, all of the things themselves and everything else on record
To recollect the data and replay it all for those that missed the trippin’ of their mom’s rhyme
Multiple children from multiple men and just one woman, brothers’ and sisters’ multi-color.
Milkman at your wife’s kitchen door and you’re supposed to roll with sucker punches, kiss it
Love in between us and leakin’ out of the holy holes between your ears, 7 holes from a teat
That is what the reason is for being alive and reproducing DNA to disregard the extinction pit
To be or not to be just because you can, no other reason for being alive, just eat, love, excrete.
You’ll never be awake before you die, death requires awakening, it is inevitable to be the hole
It’s a holy hole or an empty hole but it’s a hole all the same, a place where Nothing is the Soul
In love or not, blinded by light or the darkness, it’s inevitable that you see Truth, you see God
Divine intervention in the perfunctory prayer, lay you down to sleep in astral dust, gas’ blood.
Peering through a pin hole of light, insight invisible, dumb luck alive, blowin’ winds of Time
Gone from the scene in less than a hundred trips around the star, still an insane, lame brain
As it was above and so it is below as well, finite cascade of caskets runnin’ a 208 bone-dash
Skillet of corpses, fried French Englishmen in Italy’s boot, criminals’ gold spot of lead cache.
For no reason other than just because, you are going to die just like me and every other body
It doesn’t matter which species and which time the DNA was processed, it’s all Cosmic Soup
Mixed in a hodgepodge of whatever this and that happens to be named to the #Allstar five
Ball is legal and on the floor, on the field or court and hit or thrown, bounced, full hand-jive.
by
r j j stephan, i #TheOddsAintInOurFavor
c. FREEZEMBER 26, 2018 A.D.
{ drafted while listenin’ to Bruce Springsteen - #Uncasville 5-18-2014 FULL SHOW - final show of the tour! link @ https://youtu.be/0nUeKuDjHUU }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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