BREATH OF O2, GANGSTAS’ PUFFS *
On being a part of the crew that nobody knows, devil dogs and cool cats, all too human DNA
Blue ribbon, top notch & pep gave the story of Archie, Betty, Veronica and Jughead gold dust
Nothing more nor less than every comic of Archie & the crew graced my trips on the CTA bus
I tried to breathe in and out when the air wasn’t being welcomed into my lungs, breath away!
Mouth agape, kick my jaw shut with my dog-tag jammed into my rotted, kicked in false teeth
Then I can laugh my cracked up, conscious, superego soul into oblivion, OMG Friday the 13th
Wind and the spin make the wobble mix the heat with the wet water, rock salt’s putrid sewer
It’ll be animated if you will it to be, takin’ my breath away, she’s a First Cause’s snow blower.
Heart of plaster and bones of plankton and ether, that’s all of it, nothing to it, all of it, yea
There is a price to pay and that tag has nothing to do with gold or money, it’s a death day
Every day is, yours and mine are on the way from somewhere in future time, already Past
Rich man rags or poor man’s uniform, cutoffs and a tank-top, heart exposed to be outcast.
Carbon date the sundial’s shadows, recollect the mean and nasty men who hooked women
Breeding the herds that roam the seven continents, with or without universal health care
All for the One that claims the borrowed time eventually, down a rabbit hole of sea men
Still struggling on that fateful night or day, while at sleep, at sea, in the air, where I dare.
But alright now, it’s gonna happen whenever accidental meetings of powerful Illuminati
Mother’s and human not to mention divine, Nature is probably just as fine without me
It needs you though, Nature isn’t through with you until you cough up the cash overdue
Taxed in all of the past lives, reincarnation did not erase the eternal debt, let me tell you.
Karma is this here that makes that there, infused into the essence of Thor’s Mjolnir hammer
Odin or Zeus or even a space dimension beyond comprehension, fertile minds don’t stammer
#WordsUp for the characters of form and color, blue ice crystal, five-sided shape, holy SILT
Whether a mason, a pope, a guy in a bar or a bum trip in a comic strip, pinball’s in full TILT.
by
r j j stephan, i * header is ‘Friends of Archiecomics.com
c. September 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to Eddie Money [#RIP brother, check ya on the other side] listenin’ to #ShesLikeAMove from #LoveAndMoney, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4hIqpID6h8U }
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