AXE TO GRIND, DON’T FRET KID *
In the middle of the road, shred so you can see both ways, overplayed uptown gigs
Formats of the function are in reverse order, in a dream yet not asleep, goat kids
Comin’ to know the end of the beginning before it starts, kick-start cab-over rigs
Bring it up the mainline vine to the heart, what’s the matter, chilled souls of Ids.
Pluckin’ the E, F, G, A, B, C & D just for the sake of a sack of silver gold doubloons
Easy to trade for the room and board of the things that wave tail in your fake wake
Makin’ the movement until momentum fails and then...and then eat pitted prunes
It will be the rhapsody in purple, a name of a woman, no sister-mother, eat the cake.
Protons in constant sight of you, electrons lost in space to the nucleic acid flow
Rays of plasma, wavelengths and frequencies received from a sun’s death blow
Much to say about a reason for being evil alive, no reason for being good not bad
Books of theoretical jargon to fill the Devil within me, my sapiens’ soul is so sad.
I had no name when egg met the code of gamete games, if I’m wrong, don’t have a shytfit
It may be that I had been introduced to my egg’s DNA alleles and I just forgot all about it
Truth is, any guess is as good as Adam’s and Eve’s or any worm itself, a crossroads thing
In the telescopic view, nothing magnified a million percent becomes the set of Nothing.
by
r j j stephan, i { *Header’s the mighty axe shredder, hands & arms of Joe Satriani #Satch }
c. March 23, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST
{ drafted out of nowhere while listenin’ to some Rickie Lee Jones jammin’ on HITS like #Youngblood on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/j359eOgZBZM }
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