A PUNCH IN YOUR BLOODY MOUTH
I always said that the only way to fly was to go with the blood flow, let us come, let’s all bawl
Around the bases for the scores, runs ahead and runs behind the hands tied at a sunrise mall
Foreclosure on the caves that shelter your full cups of love, lust and glory, salute living dead
Heads and feet and all two hundred cross bones, up and down, all on the way to be corn fed.
Somebody’s lunch or supper in the future, in the stars for the living to be eaten, hear ‘em jerk
If Evil doesn’t walk then it doesn’t have legs and if that’s the case, Evil don’t need homework
Being a thought away from actual reality and First cause of it’s natural being, cut jagged edge
For the first and last time, the spark turns into a million points of light and ignites tune-age.
Rubber blood runnin’ through the veins and fillin’ the head with elastic notions of phantasms
Things or not things but a natural presence, je ne sais quoi or whatever, it’s givin’ me spasms
Trying to stay within invisible lines of space itself, fait accompli, all too human, crazy mind
Walking, crawling, hopping, running and flying, human animals live and then quit the grind.
Twenty four hour days, seven day weeks, three hundred days a year, golden gods whisper
Winds cry Mary or whatever sounds like a girl or lady’s name, nobody plays a cry wolf pawn
Listenin’ to the medium with headphones attached and cupped over the ears, be the executor
Don’t need another man to kill you or even natural extinction to end it, you’re already gone.
Ignition from the star’s blown gasket, uncontained effulgence of blue stuff, third stone’s ilk
Cells of the unknown cosmic, black holes posing as white dwarves and Earth mother’s milk
On a date and all ready to reproduce the species maggots, up all night until the light of day
Girlfriend stood up and laid ‘em down and I knocked ‘em down like jello shots in a MaiTai.
I feel no pain and you will never know mine, you are the reason that the things are all gone
When you woke up from the dream you saw the one who was dreaming, One and overdone
Not me but another One, asleep for no good reason, an accident of form, king, queen or pawn
Cause of the First Cause is not even a thought, not an idea, nothing but air, old Betsy’s spawn.
Completely gone from the Alpha to the Omega of the galaxy, I struggle in liquid rock salt
Dreamin’ of the waves that bring in the wake, just because you think you’re not at fault
Doesn’t mean that there is no crack in the world, there is a big, black hole up a lazy river
Pain comes first and then the numb overruns the bones, shuts down, full of foo faux-fear.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER 20, 2018 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST
{ drafted while jammin’ to Ramones #MerryChristmasIDontWannaFightTonight & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4Y5GtaTrPHM }
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