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Thursday, October 10, 2019

TIMING IS ALWAYS EVERYTHING

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 10, 2019

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I have flown above your heads, it’s always been that way, the old third way, like the hard way

Counting the birds and snakes from the top of the pines, once in a while you’ll just try to stay

At the top of the blue sky where it turns black Space, too high to suck hot air, me or an insect

Expanding the concept of perception and comprehension of national consciousness’ intellect.

Back to you Joe Getty DF'rs and the Jack Armstrong shocking the monkeys’ rear, crimson red

Watch them sit upon rocks near the water, to be clear of the stench of banana, in a cave’s bed

Midnight until noon the night lasts halfway through a day without a Kantian care, losers lose

Busted in two and shattered into atomic dust at a Thursday Ten-Ten-Nineteen, lunatic ooze.

Now and then from day one to end of days for y’all, stooping old JamesDean’s climate change

Bingo scandal and the pep talks of the coach of the championship ball teams, wives’ trophy

Everybody gets a lead-laced lad on top of plastic with a brass etching, who shot the monkey

Nobody knows because a monkey is each one of us, not the dead, buried home on the range.

There’s an eagle in a human cage, leg chained to remain on the ground without any pool-cess

I looked and immediately wondered how to release it back into the wild, Lucifer stays abreast

Two faces have me, myself and I, we all have our power cut off eventually, now or later times

A gruesome movie at showtime near the box office of homers, a maximum cinema of mimes.

Planets with nothing to live for in the middle of spaced-out empty moons, a conscience’s cup

What It is and why it exists at all in the first or last place, that’s the philosophical mime, idiot

Last breath and heartbeat, oh you’re gonna get it alright, even if you don’t care, you’ll pay up

There is a price to pay for being Free, allowing you freedom to be far out is what it’s all about.

Comin’ in for a landin’ pretty soon, lucky you were able to stop me circling the half-naked ape

For even a moment after the daily dawn is precious, it’s all I’m gonna get, kowtow to heavens

Earth is all I know, I haven’t been anywhere else outside my atmosphere but then, gods’ vape

Bury the hatchet in the noggin’ of the mob boss who has no face, just roll, all sevens, elevens.

r j j stephan, i

c. Ten, Ten, 2019, Jeudi @ 08:00 AM PST

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