WISH WELL, INTENT’S THE KEY
Oh mama, I used to say when she redirected my childhood’s intent, always a selfish, wee lad
Who found no joy in being abandoned to the childbearing mode of motherhood, late 50’s fad
No birth control for Catholics, only reproducing more for the Church of Rome’s golden hand
In a safe place with the soldiers who defend the vicar of the creator, God on Earth, a hu-man!
But the pope’s from nazi germany of the 40’s and loves his enemies, as Jesus scriptured that
In a phrase of words for the minions who followed his footsteps in a desert of lifeless players
Lookin’ up at a sky full of stars at night, Jesus wondered, doubted, why he ever gave a shat
To save the breeds of apemen and apewomen who only wanted to survive here, no hereafters.
Coming into the front room or a back room matters not one twit, a tweet from a god’s goody
Zeus to Beelzebub, heavenly, unearthly beings from the alpha to the omega, outed in a hoodie
Paranoid schizophrenic, too human nature of this One beast I’ve dominion over, shield’s high
Until the final squirt of oxygen mix I’ve become addicted to now, I’m a #woke, buzzin’ barfly.
Mercury, Venus to Mars, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Jupiter and PLUTO, named Mickey’s dog
Furthest away from a known space, in the unknown, undetectable joint where angels go agog
That is where I come from, to where I’m goin’, Italians cannot fathom, it’s a papal epileptic fit
Used to facts? TIME is all there is in SPACE, nothing after-before, Blind Faith’s the gist of It.
by
r j j stephan, i {nee The Alfano Group & Lipuma's Coney Island, a matriarchal line of garlic }
c. FREEZEMBER 4TH, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST
{ drafted while still wet behind the ears, getting my feet wet in the Tome of Time, a book of poetry in utero, this feature inspired by The Doobie Brothers #WhatAFoolBelieves & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/g0_FvK51wOQ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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