REDWOODS, MOVIESTARS & H2O
Grounded right here and now, due to gravity’s force pullin’ me and little #queenie uptown
Where the poor men and women drink tonic and gin, the helpless, hapless, hopeless clowns
From the teenage years, enculturated selfies took hold of consciousness’ fear and loathing
Just because it could, there was no free choice, there was no free will, a fait complet vi-king!
I have been wrong before, especially when I was completely happy with the presence of glee
Happiness achieved due to hard work and saving energy for the long haul, trip to the edge
Open doors and windows to enter and exit the house of these wet-dry dreams of monkey man
Guard is up to protect the inner heart’s stone-hard, emotional response to parental abandon.
Mother and father, regardless of Nurture are indeed the cause of a Thing itself, come to papa
One of me, two of them, rhythm, melody, that’s the Truth, I am what I am, #FakeNews scam
Applause exempt, exhibition game, playin’ music, tellin’ jokes, actin’ the fool, #Ebonics flaw
Nothing itself sparkles it’s singularity, a pulsar dead and gone, a matrix, what? Yo’ mama!
Hot air, cold water, good to be alive, mountain or desert, garbage dump or quicksand muck
Here’s an alternative to happiness, total blackness without light, without sound, taste, touch
Complete, utter neglect of all atomic matter, hydrogen to heavy matter underground of Pluto
Hating the mighty mice won’t get you anywhere in Notre Dame’s tower, all hunchbacks blow.
Pot of gold stolen from the end of the rainbow before I was born, they still told the good fight
Truth be told, all of this dirty water being created out of Nothing, Adam and Eve #fakeNews
Give me a break, sinning, eating an apple of the knowledge tree? Must be low hangin’ blues
What would it get you when you’ve got everything, be curious about Nothing? That’s bright!
Last word of the lords of rings and lords of the twilight zones both above and below Nothing
I am what I am, it’s the same as you, a pauper or a queen or destitute mother of a So-Cal king
You’re mortal, even if you were not, I do not GAFF, that’s for me to know and you to find You
Tattoo that on your arm, your face, your back, your chest, ink blot that love of black and blue.
Whiskey and beers all around for everyone! Turn up the music, we’re in the mood to be rocks
Likin’ the multiplicity and the fear of the unknown inherited from the genome, ma and pops
Unknown dead ends, lead to nothing that matters except Earth’s ice cube box, good love alive
Found lost, hidden from neon light, in angels’ city near darkness valley, doin’ the hand jive!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. April 29, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST
{ written while listenin’ to Jackson_Browne #ShesGottaBeSomebodysBaby #GreatestHits on youTube link https://youtu.be/SmlRXhjulHg }
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