#CardboardLeanToJericho #TeaseTheWinos
ONE, ONE-ONE, ONE NINE, PIZZA! *
This only happens once every century 1-11-19 ever since I don’t know when, presence bawl
Pretty mamas all helpin’ me wonder where they’ve been hung so long and then, that is all
I couldn’t get rid of them, they were like, well, like stink on the shat, crumbled aster-crepe
Stuff you cannot make up, the pretenders are legion, ruling us in midnight’s blues, asleep.
I am paying attention and I am waiting for the other shoe to drop, copy form to git-some
Knowing tht the dream is a dream in a dream is three things, not a lonely matter, my son
Starting from the beginning at the get-go where everything comes from me, lies sun cum
Star, white or red dwarf, down to a singularity where a black hole’s what we’ve all become.
Pernicious patriots and idiots of the bounding mane, short of the dream’s climax, this Force
Blind eyes wide open to the blaze, the burnin’ atoms of gas creating a neutered Zeus’ #TicToc
Holy and a harbinger of the way it used to be and never will be again, present trinity divorced
Cheeses, cheesy slush of cow and goat teat milk, on top of my head’s magnetic, gravity block.
Defined lines of thought, deductions from inductions of my incorporated, sky-high spirits
From one more than too many, we animate the songs with lips and tongues, native chi-lights
Long hair and strings pluckin’ redbones of the natives who came before Vespucci’s barbwire
Among the children who’ve grown out of the spawn of the dead braves, drunk on water’s fire.
Love in or out of the plane, roundish faces and spiked teeth of the species’ main vine, oh Ga
On ponies or motorcycles, the dream is the same, kill the living for the food, thank ol’ Zapata
Pretenders and serious leaders of people who do a blow hard job on the microphone hot-wire
Insufficient but necessary pretense and post haste chaff, a bit of sunlight burn, I’m StarFire.
Divinity slipped and showed the no-peek hand, four aces, full house, trip queens or treys
Mindful of the Way that hominid peds must tred, giving, putting and taking gettin’ down
All for the love of the babies who grow into the minions who serve the TV and radio plays
Commercials to move the freight built from the divine inventions, a cup, a glass, a pawn.
It’s my business and yours is yours and I care but if you don’t share, It is OK, old bloke
Important thing to know is the thing itself and its essence, its form, its spirit, its smoke
When you can see the fumes rising into the sun’s rays coming down to fry your holy hole
The One inside your head, the One in your mind that you’ll never see or hear, Silencio!
Mama used to say she was gonna tell my pops when he got home from work, never, ever did
Good threat that I believed until she quit producing the idle sword over my ebony hothead
Flight into the future to the present, the here and now where I am, here and now you’re NOT
Just because you thought you were so pretty, now you cannot come and get it all hot, #Red!
by
r j j stephan, i { *header ON FB page is the reaper, you know, that #OldTimer dude! }
c. Samedi 11 janvier 2019 Anno Domini
{ drafted while whittling and jammin’ to Redbone #ComeAndGetYourLove on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kuymTS9PoBQ }
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