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SHORT TRIPS OF A HAPPY GIRL *
In the end, as it always was, everybody knows the queens of the #Hop, rock hard and a-rolla
Filled with gametes of the genome, conceived, born, aborted or groomed into a fake trauma
Nobody who has ever taken breaths of this air, this living breathe of spinnin’ cosmic pea-soup
Torn hearts fallen in and out of love, pretended to be promised, all of it a mere clown’s dupe.
Four out of the sixteen souls still roam the Earth, the rest have run down underground to me
Where no other can breathe, see or feel anything at all, just me all alone with nothing, free
Not an illusion that I’m wasting time thinking about helping the beggars for the wise jib jab
God isn’t answering the chants and the ceremonies look like a begging for the end of a slab.
Strangers touch us all from the moment we’re dropped from mothers’ wombs, so immaculate
Then onward into bright lights and shadows of seven continents to live from day to day, mate
Nothing gets wasted from seed to wasted corpse, emptiness of the vessel fleshes out illusions
Deluded liquid shark teeth can’t bite, wasting time with holy hole’s alpha centaur i bumpkins.
Whispers in the Duke’s ear, in and out the other one, leaves me no angel’s winged fake feeling
A miracle I made it six decades full of opportunities and total success, I will have killed bears
Nothing peculiar ‘bout that magic wand, everybody has one but it fails to launch, time to sing
If the Earth became One, it would turn the core into a fire that would ignite God’s nose hairs.
We used to think that the stars were just dots on the matrix of blackness outside and skyward
In reality, each are actually solar systems with planet/moons, revolving and evolving the bird
From cell to zygote to form and matter, all too human and other genome, a dusted west wind
Sunsets moving us around in circles, sunrises are you being a square in a triangulation ward.
Stop breathing for a moment, then we’ll have another chit chat regarding the end of the blaze
It’s not Lucy in the sky or the civilization or culture that’s responsible, it’s just a Creator God
It’s an accidental clash of massive Black Holes in mid-gravitational collapse, it explains blood
Cherished souls OMG, bones on fire leave dust from needles of formaldehyde’s purplish haze.
by
r j j stephan, i
* #BeyondTheTwilightZone #ComeHomeBabyRightNow ..header’s my Godfather, Uncle Tony at the “Alfano/Mortenson - Italian/Irish/Polish” version of a wedding party circa 1956ish A.D. RIP ghost-kin of mine! My gramma & grampa, Josefina & Giuseppe Alfano, are the bookends on either end of this entourage!
c. May 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #BobbyDarin #BeyondTheSea #MackTheKnife #DreamLover & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Rc7_lCfbQP0 }
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