FREEDOM SAXO IN BLACK JEANS **
Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, October 24, 2019
------------------straight to hell------------------
It’s got legs and it’s not gonna stop for anybody, savants and slobs from the mothers’ holes
Pregnant from an idiot and a moron with severed testes, now girl you gotta go on all alone
What it’s like to be a boy or a girl that came from you mama, it’s a trip, a for real head trip
Good men and bad women tell the lies and the truths that will get us over, a sax to get us by.
Broken hearts in Houston and Milwaukee, Bronx to Watts and everywhere between, it lives
Lives of the many and the few, all playin’ the game that seems like it’s everything under stars
You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about, happiness’ love, love and glee in the honey bee hives
Red light and blue light comin’ for the whites and blacks, black whites, you dig what I mean?
Static and clarity broadcasting from high atop the tallest trees and buildings of mankind’s sin
This here and now is the fault of the mouths that contained the silver spoons of broken hearts
Stacks of dead bones in boxes and pictures of pain, flashin’ back into the infinite recollectin’
Happy life, happy wife, deadman’s hands are face up on the table, all in, betting is over, I win!
Thinkin’ about this love I’ve given to the beings who got damned by the free wills of the gods
Oh, what it’s like to live without being in agreement with the world outside of my clear skin
.45’s and 30:06’s wavin’ in the air with the swords and plows, workin’ the ground of being sin
This whipped up into a frenzy turns out to be all of it, some of it, none of it, driven red bloods.
Fallen down to the substratum of the ground, below the foundation, deep in a sandy dune
Lookin’ up since there is no down being there at the first cause, the origin of the silver spoon
Time and Space are the tickets, yeah, that’s it, the maximum score of pretenders and goons
Punks, pimps and slobs that moved out, silver spoons and drugs in tow, death spit of ruins.
Texas storm blown to Mexico’s gulf, in the flood, the swimmers survive, holdin’ their breath
Top of a volcano in Peru or Alaska, blown inner molten rock that only rolls downhill, death
It’s comin’ without you knowin’ at any time, any day, early or late, awake or in your sleep, yep
Game played, rules created from the cosmic stardust in no man’s land, that’s life, here we go!
by
r j j stephan, i **Header is the #BigMan #RIP Clarence Clemons shreddin’ his saxophone in perpetuity!
c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST
{ drafted in the Cadillac while listenin’ to Houseofpain deep end of #SkidRoad on a #SlowRoll link @ https://youtu.be/zBF3NreXHYY }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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