DENYCE BOSSED THE #dEaDhEaDs
Messages are not all they’re cracked up to be are they? Stones roll and nobody knows why
Gone downhill, up and down, all around the world as we know it, therefore, I am the sky
Peace and war are the way of the warrior, my way, not yours, you want the civilized atoms
I am part of the Neutrino force of None of your business, do not seek, shake your pom poms.
Cheers and skoal to the drunken sailors and hookers who entertain the Neutrino, what I am
Please don’t take this personally if you ever get this far in the killer verse of a bursting dam
If you choose not to see the light it behooves you to just close your eyes, be blind old Road
Undocument me and my immigrant grand parents who floated over to US on a boat loaded.
Gravitational pull on your bones to the ground of being, this Earth, this star in Space’s Void
A grave of ash and fossilized calcium at the final curtain, the end of the play, your call of Ra
Tip top of the pyramid or the mountain of burst volcanic pressure from a holy, salacious rack
In a twilight zone, a politician and a priest enter a bar and ask the tender for shots of #Jack.
To poke the monster in the cage and awake it’s horror at being confined in a barred jail cell
Is to become the essence which preceded the existence of the flesh, bone, bloody well mental
Philosophically waxin’ and wanin’ lunar clarity with obfuscation of Last Words before Silence
Boys and girls to women and men, animate the genome from origin to extinction nonsense.
Permanent vision of you in my field of existence prevents my devouring of the stardust 3rock
Gobbling souls is not important, only the DNA than contains the souls, souls may screw away
With the birds and the feathers lighter than the oxygen-hydrogen flow in the temple of doom
My place or yours? Please make up your own mind, whatever It is, door slams on this room!
Experiments of scientists in a pickle to justify their own existence in a Void of lead guitar riffs
Nooks and crannies of the crazies and the crones, olden Drones, followers of unshod two feet
Reasons to be men and women reduced to the gaping orifice and the fair game of saints’ stiffs
All about the bass on home base, backbeat of a stretched animal skin over hollow, Hollywood.
Mercy and Charity for Hopelessness, the Many educated by K-12, the Beast in a holy steeple
Pretty girls and handsome boys of the exiled turn into the hands out waiting for Golden funk
Form of ignorance and hunger for the booty of the overlord, the many revolt against Hunger
All they want is a free place to stay and free food whenever they’re hungry, come on punks!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday June 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:59 PM PST
{ drafted while in my own mind as I went out of my mind and lost my mind on the way & watchin’ LooneyTunes compilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OM6xvpzqCUA & listenin’ to the Grateful Dead #PeggyO & HITS @ }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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