#FAKEbLUES & YO’ MAMA *
She came literally out of nowhere, dysfunctional mutation, handful of virgin DNA acid
At a moment before Time began, Earth was not in orbit, a thought of a being not, horrid
Be that as it may, woe betide you who disregard the lights flashin’ on the mean, past tense
Nothing vulgar just symbolically without matter or energy, a sign without being, Prince.
Roll the bones, play the cards close to your vest, bet, bluff and call the raise, it is #Winning
That is all that counts, losing is for losers and not for the winners in this or a hell’s Sing Sing
On Earth, on the moon, any other planet in this solo solar system, everything’s art, holy black
No color or brightness here and now, only dark, Nothing lives or dies, Soul’s Nothing, Jack!
In it to win it or born a loser who is destined for the six feet under ritual, or natural rotting
Memory left on paper or granite walls to analyze and criticize for the lack of future shocking
Come into blinding light and look in the mirror, reflect on a memory of what will disappear
In a NYC minute, an iota of Time’s Space, on the ground, on the air, I’m morbidly blind Fear.
So, I am since I have no choice to be or not to be, I seek Truth within an abandoned beehive
In English or any other human linguistic application, signs of hands, arthritic and not alive
Trying to convey ignorance and blind faith’s loathing fear of the ENDS, to suffocate the bird
Never did and never will exist in or out of Time and Space, no Thor, no Zeus, no Ala or Word.
by
r j j stephan, i { *Header of poem is #FWAAT ‘I’ looked like prior to my idea/conception! }
c. March 20, 2019 A.D. Weds @ 10:10 AM PST {dedicated to gramma, sister & cousin Josie}
{ drafted while listenin’ to the #UncleKracker #Josephine *happy hour on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oLHx-SDPHYs?list=PLgcK8nVazACaxxa4tER4Ee6pOny4H0-x5 }
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