Cats know that dogs can be eaten because they taste better than dirt and rocks and people
So, out of the caves in the sides of the hills they come, prowling with stomach growling
For the skin and bones of the ones who walk and run as if they knew death was all good
Nothing wrong with making certain that your prey wasn’t runnin’ away from being food.
Licking the chops and the claws to clean up the suppertime for the birds, worms n’ snakes
Cat nap time in the branches of trees, keeping watch for those ready to die, for heavensakes
Walkin’ around in the jungles and deserts as if there is no animal hunger to kill and eat you
On the way to an early demise, adorable, innocent naivety way gone, we’re blue food screwed.
Humanity and felinity in the same cave, same house, same jungle, same pyramid, king, queen
Nine lives lead to the nine deaths, immortality a ruse to allow the incarnate a do-over, unseen
Not in a book or an oral tradition of UFO’s or old men with beards in desert caves, sea slaves
To be or not is All of It, that is all there is, Time and Space are heaven and hell’s Earth caves.
Send out humans to look outside the #VanAllen belt and they disappear into the Void, OMG
You knew it could happen, lost in space is the only place we can be, it is the nature of zeros
A hole is merely a lack of light inside the mind, inside the soul of the Absolute absence of me
Too much ado about hand-jobs, blowjobs, good-jobs, SPEWjobs, bred to die/fight for D-Day!
Blocking out the reason and intelligence of the species’ morons and idiots, teacher-professors
From Socrates to Mrs. White and Mr. Black who taught that logic and reason are a lock’s key
To the wisdom and knowledge of the species’ genome, the mix of acid in random time lines
Keeping track of nothing but the future of Being a supernova, I AM why our star-sun-shines.
Go get there before I do, look back from your place in space when death swallows your face
Throw me back a wave and a nod, a tip of the cap that I’m right, I feel the leather and the lace
It’s all there is outside of this thing itself, this animated bone bag full of hope’s dreamin’ gas
Empty of logic, rippin’ shadows of blood and guts from a soul in a holy hole’s dark, Voids-az.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. #DDay75 6-6-1944 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST #NeverForget1999
{ drafted while reminiscing & listenin’ to Prince on youTube #PurpleRain & HITS links #EspeciallyForYou @ https://youtu.be/cpGA0azFdCs & https://youtu.be/DHRyPjXeKZ4 }
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