ZA, AJA, HOMBRES & TOSTADAS
NOTHING, Za, Aja oh mama, written up in the sky ‘tween US and the suns of my demigods
Sorry if I’ve offended someone like that mother of invention used to, he Zappa’d the hotrods
We still use it to beat the dead horses we still try to ride out from the battle to a holy sunset
It is a crime but it’s not a crime, it’s a stalemate chess game where nobody wins, losers, Git!
Penalty for disobedience of the law of straight and narrow road from birth to death is prison
Locked up in a rat cage supplied by the holier than thou humanity-in-charge of the herd’s kin
Nobody gets out dead or alive my friends, a fecal matter of not who ya know but who ya blow
Skippin’ rope with your sisters in front of the house on the sidewalk with their friends below.
All’s just a distant recollected Time within a presence of Space between your ears, holy scum
Magna cum laude to all, drop a dime on ancient teaching of images, not many but um, some
Inside dark caves where our forefathers used to hide from being porridge of cat-dog menudo
By the ogres and monsters who thrive on cool jazz of animated bones, let’s eat, an innuendo.
Father of all of the godmothers uses the planet’s system of 20/20 hindsight of cosmic dust
To be or not to be and then to wonder why it all matters to anyone who becomes mankind
Of course there is no answer but there is the question and that is why we pass the Time out
When there’s no Time Out’s left, you call Time Out anyway ‘cause Yota said, ‘Live, we must.”
OK for the Star War and the Battle Star but the Star I am, here and now in a presence I abide
Because I will not to be as I willed to be in the first place, concept analyzed, incestual joy ride
From First Cause to the moment I am in and see before me, blinded by the light, Deaf riches
I was and will be what I am, product of 1 x 1, not 2 but another 1 of the many sons of beaches.
Tan, bronze, shined black opal and obsidian to make the world a better place for me to avoid
Obedience to creeds of mentally ill dead men and dead women, unknowns left the gods’ Void
Amazing and blinded by a blaze of blown atomic matter, living large like ol’ Huckleberry Finn
Wonderman, yeah you know, whirlybird’s down in the hollar, up old Tom Sawyer’s hind end.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST
{ Blasted from the face of the rocks of Earth this AM in MY #GaCave while jammin’ to the #BestOfMilesDavis on youTube @ https://youtu.be/Me9RXpbKIso & Steely Dan #AJA & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/fG2seugAgnU }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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