MITIGATE MY FORM’S SUBSTANCE
Some kind of thirteenth ghost in a movie from Bollywood and Vino, mirror smoke clears it up
In through the out door, Donald J. Trump The 45th President Of The United States yoyo F/U
The People are fortunate to have such a fortunate son in charge of the Elder People’s jewels
Our precious freedom, our liberty to think and act as we please, under sacred Golden Rules.
Bare with me a moment if you wouldn’t mind, it’s unintentional that I ruin your contentment
I told my father, I told my mother, sisters, brothers, sons, wife, friends, no daughters I’d sent
Just because y’all think you’re all so pretty and so smart, you think you’re immortal, cloned!
Now then, it’s Time and Space motivating rhythm, blues and cool jazz to run on the #Dozens
Of mice and men’s signals of sound, pounding on things, blowing into things, sawin’ strings
It’s none other than the infinite Void to contrast the noise of the As, Bs, Cs Ds, Es, Fs & Gz is
Chords with duplicate notes simultaneously displayed to vibrations of bathroom vacuums.
Sucking the refuse down a deep, dark hole and mixing it in with the rocks rolling off volcanics
Erupted and isolated from life as we know it, ladies and angels burned in hell, wing and foot
You know of another explanation for the formation of this life on a planetary stage, so say it is
Dead air, nothing but silence in the night and white noise in the day, ad infinitum, ‘til caput.
Then, there at the moment you seize your brain and mind into a presence of infinite fidelity
What the dawn of the light is there at the end of the dark tunnel, you will know when you see
So what? Who cares? When you get to know the reason for Life’s reason for Death, you die
Puttin’ the magic down on the eighty-eights or the pipes of wooden metal, All’s #ShieldsHigh.
Conceive of mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers in the middle of tragedy, growing up awake
Eyes wide-open by the nature of a beast we live close to, the waxed, wooden floors in a blaze
Children and nuns with nowhere to run, nowhere to go but to jump out windows in kid piles
Bones of young and old women who attempted to save the impossible to no avail, Angels’ lie.
Wisdom’s application of this knowledge of the reasons why humanity exists are Platonic cons
Dead guys who left US rules behind, pretended to know the game, to control the Ids’ minions
Punks are the overlords and punks are the subordinates, the rest of us are here for the party
Last thought, finally, “Live free and die young!” my old friend used to say, he died on Harley!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, January 19th, 2020 Anno Domini at Five O'clock AM
{ Drafted while listenin’ to #LiveInStockholm MilesDavisLive & John Coltrane on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/k7zBmDSSwZk }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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