GLORY DAYS, WEALTH & HUMANS
by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
SUNDAY, JULY 28, 2019
SUNDAY, JULY 28, 2019
ssssss#ZZTopss#BlowYoTopsssss
Tried to scratch my back and it was a no goo-goo for mom Earth’s hairy ape Supernova tomb
It is here and now and just as grim as the first day of the revelation, that’s a remedy, A bomb
A need to eat food due to the hunger of the fire in the belly, where’s the creator’s faulty scum
Liquid, solid from beginning natural gas of the Oneness or from a Void snapped to be a bum.
Boys and girls gatherin’ ‘round the dwindling fire before it goes out for the black night ahead
Ice cold beer and J.D. Tennessee whiskey might help me and the full moon pass away, dread
Black, opaque emptiness of Power, just a blazing star of a whole soul we’re Mrs. & Mr. Void
Comparative literature of the calculus and the physics behind the chemistry, I write to avoid.
Whatever has never been thought about I could care less about, as opposed to GAF about god
On my knees way more than average GI Joe from the 1960’s, oldest son, an altar boy’s vault
Speakin’ Latin and dodgin’ bullets from the .38 had my crack in the crosshair, fired up a dud
Never hurt so much that I wanted to die to end Pain, I’m sure y’all have but it ain’t my fault!
Down underneath the crust of the planet, imagine the shape of Earth without H or O, no H2O
You can imagine at the back of your mind, sandy desert with hungry snakes and dead gumbo
What it’s all about by the by, is to take on down and disappear with long gone, shots and beer
Out of cash in Big Sur, sold my electronics to a ‘guy’ to git bullets, drank 151Rum, shot a deer.
Advantage to survive all alone without another of the same species, to be selfish is to survive
In case you never thought about it, you can’t stay a little longer, amiga lover, let’s super thrive
Until it comes time to defend the loved one with all of your power, even your life, lay it down
Kiss that #FakeMe if you see me, sodium first, primate fusion, shot straight away, I’m blown!
Storm in this dream are just the Time in Space between Earth’s revolutions in elliptical orbit
Around and about a holy and necessary thing that’s happening, the atomic fusion’s sol-fission
None of the behavior of the minions who govern the mob rule and execute bad boy infection
Meaning rebellion must be next to suicide, can’t have it, don’t want it but the lonely just do it.
Trapped like food that can’t get away from the dinner table or even away from the red hot fire
Barbecued by the RR tracks, holy bones and organic matter, special patties of muck and mire
Suckin’ down to the empty center of a finite remnant of a Big Bang or a stealthy twitter-tweet
Don’t put yourself in my place, I’m tired and bored, let us spark redwood flames, #YouFired!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #GiveItUp #ShowMeWhereItsAt ZZtop - zupy i zapiekanki new CD What's Goin On Qatar eh? #ZZTopGoin50 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/I8LZMne7wfQ }
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