TRANSLUCENT TURQOISE n’BONE *
Born to be raised in a light hole of hydro-oxygen, asleep in a graveyard full of decrepit bones
All too human too, nothing but bugs and bones to anchor the acres and hectares of old stones
Drinkin’ all alone above or below the ground, nobody to blame but myself, I have it all, a soul
Hard to get one to move back and forth about space-cases, #BornToRun in a tiny, black hole.
No minions follow me over the cliff to the end of days, a death by smashed, in flight to Hades
On the white or tan or black sandy beaches, the living ooze out of coastal waters’ nappy fades
Imaginary passing of moment to moment as this world turns feeling the dervish girls’ whirls
Power in the rock, the glass that comes from nuclear reactions of excited atomic matter, girls!
On down the line, on the street over to the uptown local bar full of spirits, it’s on a neon sign
A bourbon and a scotch to help me chase the beer down to the mellow place, a double blind
Nights last half the day just in time to let my spirit fly out of my head with my rubber souling
Pretending to be a heel, to be or not to be a soul’s a matter of wobbling the Earth, #Spinning.
Stars pretending to be here and now, they’re nowhere near this rock and roll, holy red rose
Mountaintop of the scarred, empty holes in the dirt, blowing the starstruck lava up my nose
Suits from the baby’s birthday to the three-pieced rags of silk and gaberdine wedding funeral
Swear on a stack of Gideon bibles and you’re good to go, why would you or I lie? Ah, Hehl!
I ain’t ever gonna get my point across by using the explicit words to tell you the story of Dick
Got the money for rent, the food, for the entertainment to magically pose high, close-minded
That is all you’ll ever get, that’s the payment for coming and going, right here, now, then Jane
Li’l Dick n’ Sweet Jane on #TheWay to be-act in Earth’s stranglehold choke, all goddess’ pain.
Rocks, rivers rollin’ on down to the center of the axis’ twirl and nothing to stop it but the Void
Immersion down into the essence of the hydrogen, DNA becomes primordial and before a toy
Nothing to play with back then before the origin, before the rockin’ and rollin’ and wobblin’
A longer story than anyone has time tell or listen to, except me, I know it’s all worth knowin’.
Simple men and complicated woman all have the egos made of glass beads, shattered at last
Broken down into the microscopic, invisible pieces that comprise characters of surreal cast
Simple souls of womankind doin’ their best, animated bacterial infection makin’ a come back
Zeus’ eternal Tuesday’s gone, worm-composite super nova, #Singularity OM #FadeToBlack.
by
r j j stephan, i *header are the remnants of a planet’s solar power buried in dirty dirt!
c. May 25th 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ crafted during Lynyrd Skynyrd #GoldAndPlatinum #WhiskeyRocknRoller & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-UscgU4fl6w }
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