Love has nearly nothing to do with any of it, it’s all a matter of luck and being in a right place
Not a small task but it’s a no-brainer in the the quarter mile or the last furlough, it’s curtains
Everybody and every horse loses to the champion, the leader of the pack from the back’s race
Over the finish line after losin’ the others down the stretch, won by a fix of the whinny’s’ face.
Mountains of Earth to the outer-space, outside of the stratosphere where there’s no water fall
Only inside of the atmosphere right here and now do you experience the thing itself, wet ball
No sweat just rainfall from the lakes, rivers and sea, no H2O can escape the inevitable finale
Love, hate, good or evil, matters not a byte, tweeted it ad infinitum to an invisible #Paypal.
Jockeys and trainers all agree that it’s the horse’s nature to race around counter-clockwise, go
Counter-clockwise it is as usual, it’s the way of the horse, speeding with man or woman atop
In the soire dreaming brings the present into fruition, it comes alive from a cellular dead end
Nothing’s made in the shade ‘til the sun goes down under, blocked by stones of the redwoods.
#Hashtag my handle and start the reggae chant of the spooky teeth in the mouths of the babe
My babe and yours, they all are the same, daughters of the Eve and Adam of us all, I’m saved
From the beasts of burden and their progeny, my kin and the dregs of society, a fly-by grave
In six feet of dirt over a box and an H-bomb in the dust of a city of Bad Smells, yeah, a rave!
Back in the stalls where the jockeys and trainers never go, the bet’s on the bay, she will not fly
A thousand on her and it’ll turn into a million bux nobody will ever see, it’s a cloudy, blue sky
Performing an act of contrition which will end the wobble and spin, we supernova the dreams
Black and white, seven continents of ebony alabaster, dead in a rally in the alley of schemes.
Gonna have to put her down, terminate her breath just because she broke a leg, Rx can’t force
Heart attack won’t ever reach four legs and the mane, drug a sleep, stiffness’ gift, a hot corpse
Gather around and talk about how great the body worked and performed, won a wage of sin
Trippin’ to home, to die for, for the men and women who watch the drag race, just do it, win!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 22, 2019 A.D. @ 13:55 hours in the PM
{ It’s a good day for a #100th birthday party in the middle of paradise, garden state where Love is found everywhere you look, everywhere you see the mighty #Reggae, link to this inspiration Steel Pulse #BluesDanceRaid youTube link @ https://youtu.be/C00kS7A79UA }
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