ALL GONE, SKIPPED SPACE & TIME
Camel’s lips and tattooed hands of henna meet in dubious places in space, all for the humps
My humps, her humps all get atop the dromedary creating Andromeda infused data dumps
L.A. ladies and NYC hotties movin’ north to south from Chicago and on back to old CalExico
Mixed in exact order of explosion, first the outermost matter and then the nucleus of it blow.
Meeting with the dubious boss of the entire planet is silly, no meet or greet a queen or king
Son of a saint, a seamstress for a rock and roll band who traveled with Hubble’s Space probe
All of it y’all on a laser tape record player jute box, only thing certain is, ‘timing is everything’
Blown out pipes of exhaustion, rocked me to tears, shot hoops and diamonds on the ear lobe.
Tigers whether male or female do what cats do, kill and eat, reproduce and sleep and fight
Naturally it is what it is to be a cat whether in a cave, a tree or in a suburban cottage sight
Beautiful in the mirror of a blind man is as pretty as the darkness before atoms gotta blow
I ain’t drunk, I ain’t high, I’m educated to 16th grade, rest in peaceful history, make no foe.
I want to blow you away but if I do you won’t read this diatribe all the way to the bitter end
Where you’re meant to go but will never get to unless you keep steppin’ out, ‘round the bend
A lick means nothing other than you’ve got salt and bacteria on your palms and finger tips
Get over it gangsters, gold teeth and blood on the asphalt to look at my lost traces of ships.
Ones that sailed away in the night and never seen again on the face of Earth, I am one of ‘em
Not a reward but just a pathway down the center of the farm, the ranch or tiny town of them
Right down centerfield’s two-way street, caution, peaceful wind, blowin’ stops, mortal sinnin’
Grapo changed to vino at the right time, licked the henna off of camels, the pine & the wine.
One way or another, we’ll give them something to talk about one way or the other, huddle up
We’re goin’ right over the top into the end zone, there’s only ten seconds left, just get in step
One, hut two...hut hut...hike, passed, touchdown, we win, it’s a hustle for a thing camels love
To talk and to feel deeply in and out of it, I loved, I licked, eclipsed my solo flight, a cut above.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday January 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM
{ drafted while jammin’ to the Eagles #Legacy #TheLongRun & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QyUW98ROjbk }
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