CONSIDER A SORCERER’S SOURCE
On the freeway or the turnpike or the highway or expressway or tollway, exercising my atoms
Movin’ the flow so it doesn’t slow down and die of being too slow, eaten by the hungry ones
Big teeth and empty bellies, claws and penchant for rippin’ flesh to shreds, get on your shoes
It’s all up to you and I how it’s all gonna go, turn up the tunes and drop the top, let us cruise.
Who they were becomes legend if it ever sees the light of day, must be livin’ right by the river
On a horse’s back, a bicycle’s seat, motorcycle brain bucket’s barred, free long hair flow, man
Leathers on arse and back, guns sunburned tan, lumped tattoo knots, a leather gloved hand.
OK, so found on the road anyway without a breath left in my chaps but I still see the traffic
Suddenly lights, sirens and uniformed, critical, flashing, blue, yellow and red lights aflick
Comin’ from the dead of the darkness of night, first in line is a point, a dot of an ink spot
Singin’ the songs of the sirens and birds of paradise, they looked nice from afar, so hot!
In this time in this space, your free will must adapt to the gravity of the wobbling globule
Wet mud, dry dirt, old star junk, burned out asteroid headed for the singularity’s crunch
No Big Bang except in the mind of the moonbeams, even when you’re copacetic, it changes
Nothing you can do unless you are the wizard of the magic spells, convocation alien fangs.
Try to get back on the horse and ride this one out, it matters that you jump right on in
Use your feet to walk or run, use your wheels to speed on down the freeway of eternity
Where the Earth won’t turn for you anymore, no more human interaction, a Dead Sea
Using the alpha and omega in the numerical abstraction, what’s burnin’ the sun’s kin?
Stars above, below and everywhere all around except millions of kilometers apart, a void
Try to tell me and prove that this consciousness you’re experiencing is more than a dream
Asleep is all I know, it’s all I’ve found that explains the bizarre facts of life, we’re an android
With all of the Time in the world of Space, let’s roll until the last stand, it’s comin, SCREAM!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday January 25, 2019 A.D. @ 9:62 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to the #FreewayOfLove ala #Queen Aretha Franklin again with her 2.5 million minions, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/sD_MriSGa04 }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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