#IDkNOWS

ID KNOWS WHAT IT IS, HOMER ZIP

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 7, 2017 #reDux

I used to fret about the vibrations above and below this ground of being this man, here, now

Suddenly I didn’t care anymore after I turned sixty-six without a word, not a peep in the sty

Just looked around and saw nothing but me, myself and I without mother’s breast, father’s Id

Put me in the center of this solar system’s food, gas was the matter that mutated into a liquid.

Left me in a corner with no dreamscape of things themselves, empty, dead air and a deaf ear

Life is going to go on without me in a day, a year or a century or two, SpaceX can’t even tell

The momentary lapse of my reason when my last breath comes and goes in a huff, need beer

Blown smoke for so long that I couldn’t find my Sex WAX n Rock n Roll but it rang a bell.

Harmonize the harmony of the spheres inside and outside of my head’s conscious awareness

Waited for just the right time in an empty void, when Space didn’t mattered less, at the gate

Of heaven or hehl for mice and men who came, conceived in eggs’ DNA-coded insanity’s nest

A party full of blue waves in a deep sea of H2O and grounded sand cooling the fire, too late.

Not to be the choice of pricks or a jabs in the fake face that can’t see itself, refracted mirrors

Screams of the little pretties who stand together all in a row of flesh and bone, wanting lovers

None of them can be the One out of the Many who see, hear and feel no Evil among the Good

Locked in a World Series of infinite proportions, kissed, dancin’ to gravitational force’s mood.

Beachboys and seagulls on the sand with wooden and plastic boards of bullet-like perfection

Ready for the swells outside and inside, sounds of the city of angels at my red-tan, baggy chit

Entered the drink and scooted on top of the aqua-blue glass of my mother’s Earth, out of It

Nothing original or mortal about the little surfer girls who live forever in my mind’s eyes sin.

Back to the future I’m never gonna see with these four eyes, Florida Keys’ Kokomo, my peace

Jamaica, Bermuda, Key Largo, Montego mattered less after Destiny’s Milky Way stop sign

Dreamy looks between my blues-fed eyes and your brown-glow skin, wrapped ‘round mine

Daughters and mothers, sisters and grandmas’ made it all worth the trip, beauty was so fine.

Leavin’ the palm trees n’ sand, concrete and steel sucked all of the life out of my 208 bonings

Tucked between my recollections of what I can’t remember, can’t even recall my ten hangin’

Far, far away in no place you know or will ever believe while you’re alive, broken gods waved

Satisfaction guaranteed but never delivered before the next day after my Id couldn’t be saved.

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r j j Stephan, I Richard Joseph Stephan #FunFunFunNowThatDaddyTookTheTBirdAway

Blovember 7, 2017 Mardi @ 6:06 AM EST

{ written on the island of wood, four legs on the floor, listenin’ to the The Beach Boys #LostConcertHITS of my bro-in-law’s PC (RIP Rick Ventura) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5a4YupnT1sM }

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