I DESERVE A WHISTLE, OLD MAN
Ice cold beer and straight Black Label gets into the boys’ and girls’ skins behind iron curtains
Battles and wars of wills, nobody backs down or gives up light, only the living kill, Fire stings
Freezing on the hot side of the Earth and burning on the frozen side, it’s what a star reasons
Dead and gone, a lost cinder in the scheme of atomic things themselves, microcosmic beings.
Fire and light are all there is, without them life doesn’t animate on planet Earth, a zero sect
From the original burst of energy, a Big Bang and a Silent Whimper become Cause and Effect
Nowhere to run, nowhere to reproduce the DNA ad infinitum in the middle of heavenly soil
Utter complicity with the deceiver of the common and complex, I am here, now I am loyal.
To the father, to the son, to the daughter and the mother from which acid bursts, gods at war
Spinning and wobbling in circles without any reason for being there, just because, that is all
To search the observable, record-able with the tools of the trade, humanity’s straight razor
So be fine, live alive without being two, three or more, all alone in solitary dread to the core.
Function of the metric measure on the number lines of two dimensions produce a 3rd & 4th
On the 5th, whether it’s a full quart or a milliliter less, spiritual flight of the soul’s folk lore
Bird or anything with wings to defy the gravity of the hysterical graves, dug in haste’s odor
Deteriorate and create the things that perpetuate the moves of Mercury’s twilight zone door.
I’ve got your attention now or maybe not but the issue ain’t me to be or not to be, it’s all you
Been the end and the beginning of the lines that go parallel or cross-cross their paths of “Do”
When “Don’t” is the WORD of the day, learned is adaption to change quickly before removed
From thee to thou and there to here, now and then you make a move, being at one, unmoved.
Sudden death and an unexpected accident of Time’s Space conjunction in a parallel junction
Deep in a canyon and far out of a universe in the Void of Being’s mighty surgeons cut of One
Not just one of the ones but The One, you are at least reading about the facts of life for once
Adapted adoption of the machine that I am, I whistle to warn my prey, I’m a loaded six-gun.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER XXVI, 2018 AnnoDomini
{ drafted while listenin’ to 94.7 WLS-FM on the web link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ & listenin’ to some Daryl Hall at Daryl's House Club & The O'Jayslink @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }
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