HOLY ROCKS, MARS’ CANAL ARRAY
Nobody on Earth can call it quits on the nature of the Being we are on, our host out of Time
Air, salt water and crusty land, a place in Space where humans, planted animals drop a dime
Nobody knew, everyone believed in the things’ buzz that wasn’t the Truth, cool mystery buzz
Fish swim, we swim and float, even slither, dig, crawl, walk, deep sea dive or die via cop fuzz.
Headed for the underground where it appears that your hind end is covered, yet it’s not at all
Wide open, spread in a ready to die fashion, It wants to gut and cook you, baked, holy fireball
Flame to burn the hair and skin off of the meat stickin’ on the bone for dear life, all the buzz
Blood dripped, bones dried on flames of a burnin’ ball of violet waves, as above, so blow US.
Rest for the wicked right here, right now in front of your very eyes, nothing is up my sleeve
It’s invisible to the naked eye but if you squint and stare intently at the source, a pet peeve
Square knots on my head from my professors beating sense into me, scars and tattoos left
Head to toe, there’re left over pieces of unconnected, misshaped puzzle in a graveyard shift.
In the city of demons and angels, the town I was born and raised in Outerspace’s sacred cow
No good at geometry or any algebra, mathematical certainty is a moot point, God’s neon flow
Learning how to teach the minions by trial and error, evolution caused a hairless, pink critter
Make out with lips, hug with arms afoot, legs of DNA ebb’s flow, about a blue moon-lit river.
Death to Life and living to eat the dead and cooked muscles and fat, bone marrow gold dust
Questions without answers are unacceptable, existence of life means only that, it exists, lust
For the good, the bad and the ugly, revolution and wobble during Force’s elliptical sinshines
Boiling gas spun in a cosmic stagger with atomic fission-fusion’s electric, burning neon signs.
Mercury to Pluto, from a solar protuberance to the astral dust belt in revolution, orbital atom
From One to Many things out of nowhere, spontaneous combustion’s gravitational collapsin’
Provides the meaning to living, breathing in and out, eating the living bums, dyin’ like scum
Who eats us? Nobody, we’re whistlers’ predators, the 1 & ONLY, holy H2O, OMG children!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, August 31st, 2019 A.D @ 4:44 AM PST
{ Magnificent creation from The Void, WORD to persuade everybody of nothing; drafted listenin’ to Eric Clapton @RAH24CaratBluesBand LINK @ https://youtu.be/7ciA9tMAaRo}
W.W.A.R.D.
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