TIME’S EVERYTHING, KILL SOME *
Poison ivy or venom of the snake gets underneath your organic skin, attacks the attache too
Everything one celled to a qualified supercilious scene in heaven, evil dead afraid to yell boo
The First Cause of effects which are inconsistent with reason, deductions and logic & hip hair
From the Categorical Imperative to the Forms and the Substance of things, hip to be square.
Toes up on the slab, it’s your body but it’s not you? How does that work anyway? You guess
Every one of the twenty four hours and change, every day and night, like a hotshot of whiskey
It burns for a second and in just a moment after it scalds your throat halfway down or less
Shot straight out of the disorder and chaos of my empty whiskey bottles, glass from A-bombs.
I can still laugh while I’m cryin’ for the return of the past History of you and me, stay longer
Even a little bit longer than when you’ve gotta go, stay with me forever, almighty then, Beer!
Out of the kegs or ponies, the spigot drips the nectar of the hops, seeded to get fire to smokey
To be blinded by the light comin’ out of nowhere, mother Earth’s ape empty time, #sillywilly.
Locked all the doors, turned off all the lights, smoked the sweet leaves’ pebbles of rock-stone
Closed eyes, closed hearts, closed caskets and urns, spread the muck and mire to the minions
Where and when, here, now, no better time like One’s present, another day for wings and fins
Consciousness afoot, a psycho-physical trip, evolved apes can’t dream, y’all are on your own.
I am not one of the evolved minds shrunk into the empty skulls of the Jolly Rogers & Renees
Plums picked at the exact right Time in the perfect place, they rot away in juiced, holy scenes
Winter to Summer and back, ad infinitum whether you’ve a stone blind skeptic’s 6’4” bones
Or burnin’ superman dust, black and blue, feelin’ the scalding annihilation of homey’s stones.
by
r j j stephan, i { HEADER image is the One inside of some of the Many, buzz buzz! #Buzz }
c. Thursday, April 11, 2019 A.D.
{ drafted facing Southward from the horn of the Elk, in the tomato field of Don Julio & listenin’ to some Eric Church #RoundHereBuzz & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0_CksCHnooM }
*It’ll be 4:11 at some time but today, 4-11 today at 4:11 PM
W.W.A.R.D.?
written on the day my brother-in-arms died, Gerhardt Glass! 1946-2019 RIP BROTHER!
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