PHANTASM, 24th & J ST, BUMJUNK
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 15, 2020
---------------- #DownTheHatch ---------------
Mighty mice form a union of vermin that cannot be contained by humankind, it’s a rat race
But only the mice are in charge of the Will to Power and there’s nowhere the beggars can go
Being and nothingness spoken inside of stone walls, scribbled in gibberish on dead tree pulp
From the origin to the final implosion of the atomic electrons, protons and neutrons, a blow.
Bums and junkies in free trailers on public land with public funds supporting the extinctions
Of men and their spawn, their wives, daughters and sisters, the mothers of god’s upchuckers
They know who they are, the shoes fit them, every bum and junky knows the middle o’ pizazz
To debate me and to debate the minions about me, in and out of the dead air, listen to a hiss!
Progressive to the inversion of the solved equations from material girls and celibate boys
Lads and lassies who are formed by the shape of the Time and Space they have fallen into
Through no fault of their own, they are now responsible for All the pain of becoming dead
The dirt, the starstuff left over from a Big Bang, a goddess’ revenge of being disrespected.
I am going to finish the end of my own life at the Time and Space I choose, bar all, bar One
Humanity of being the ‘all too human’ person of the brain’s mind experiment, to be or not
Punks generated from an original cookie from the edge of the blown-out, holy singularity
Pieces of gold, of silver, of molybdenum First Caused the gravitational collapse of reality.
Days of the solar year, momentary lapse of decades, star system of haggard, ultra millennials
Are unmoved in the mind of the One creator, dead ice matter and energy of pretentious gods
Incomprehensible and illogical predication of the thoughts’ subjective, an objectivist in utero
From the empty womb, home of the comedy and tragedy to cry or laugh at, f-infinity’s show.
Homeless bums and junkies that come from the loins of mankind, somewhere with free food
Nonetheless, they come to the land of sunshine and free food stamps, free housing in a hood
Makeshift homes, floating on the river where the scat all flows downriver to a delta’s pooh sea
Down by the river, where nurses fear to go, rats on a LIVE streaming riverboat sing, PO’ ME!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Janvier 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while #DumpingFuelOnThePlayground to the asphalt jungle of school playgrounds & listening to #ShadowOfSeattle by MarcysPlayground on youTube HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/-EdYOy91yGg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
No comments:
Post a Comment
YOUR 2 cents...if you don't mind? ;-)