COLLAR OF BLUE & SKINNY JEANS
Is your conscience bothering you today, did you fail to observe the honor of being goddam
Descended from the sinners who made the angels blush, in a garden, on an island of man
Blue more like azure, ocean turquoise mutant tortoise and Earth specific fauna, a love song
Down the line, we know it’s just a creation of the ones who feared their own right and wrong.
Pretty words, sounds of a melodious signal to the one who yearns for peace and harmony, aw
Feeling some compassion and remorse for the ones who are long gone or not here yet, a flaw
Embedded within the formula of acid, breakin’ the good, the bad and sprinkled with the ugly
Blinded by bright neon lights, nothing matters in short or long runs, mirror of my mug I see.
I wanted to get to heaven from the time I rocked out of the Ozark to the alewives of Michigan
On down to the Florida Everglades and Mississippi River delta, on the boardwalk of Jersey
Queen of the King’s shore’s sun, a schizophrenic treat of the ninth dimension, playin’ I see
When I must, I grab the boom of the box with The Charlie Daniels Band, I country-rock me.
Now there’s a beat and a melody, it moves the feet and the head, pops the finger bones loud
Gathered around the gang of chosen ones who love to be together, enjoying company crowd
With no further adieu, the main ingredient for the species survival is in cement, it’s romance
A movement of the wings and feathers, a shuffle and side-step of feet, a mate & a twist dance.
Fooled around a few nights and found that the fools fell in love and felt the feeling of another
Skin on skin, lips to lips, arms around the 208 bones of potential frenzy, denial of a mother
A father being only a tool of the avoidance of extinction, accidental, conscious-stream trips
A beam of light, a change from frozen-stiff, cold as ice to a liquid, heavy gas of two red lips.
I got your sentimental fool over here, sitting next to my two jokers and four kings of the deck
All hands can’t be on deck no-more, utter destitution of Will to Survive, instinction ewe fleece
In Space and Time, the DNA runs its course and the circle is complete by it’s natural star trek
A reversal of fortune in store for every single One of the poor babies a woman rested in peace.
Smell the signals some day before it’s too late, it’s over a moment before you know it, a form
It’s all there is, a shape of the Way, the only Way that an animal can be, a mortal eater-worm
Living and immigrating from continent to continent because there’s nothing else to do, It’s it
Life conceived, born, moved, animated, sublimated and eliminated from a gene pool, #Schit!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. NEW YEAR 2020, Janvier 1st, 2020 A.D.
{ Drafted listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd #SweetHomeAlabama & @ https://youtu.be/ye5BuYf8q4o & R.l.Burnside #EverythingIsBroken @ https://youtu.be/jhKqqYuV9MU }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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