HERE & NOW, A CRYPTIC COLDCUT
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 12, 2020
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Cookie cutters never hurt the dough they cut into the shapes and forms, it’s all this GD funk
Here today not tomorrow, like it or not, joy turns to sorrow whether good or bad, ship’s sunk
In the Overton window, you’ve seen what will be in revolution of a thousand bums, it’s a sign
Pestering your grandma and making your grandpa laugh is derriere off, made him live to 99.
Broken bones and sore muscles ripped to shreds in a aeronautical crash into the moon rocks
Got no friends and the whole world crashed down on your noggin, full throttle pedal to metal
Hurt by love, got all the best of me, then like a phoenix I rose from the smoke and ash to cielo
Left this and that behind, grounded where it began, in the Void’s muck, I suck the air I blow.
OK, mom and pop have left the Earth and put this heavy load into my mind, trained by p0pes
Cardinals and bishops who never learned to play chess, they’re in check for their mortal lives
Impeccable though I am, I care about evolutionary flaws of the victims of love, Mama’s babes
Rolling stones and all of that jazz that comes out of the air, the plugs and wires, pitcher saves.
I am Oh for Three in the Trinity, I walk down lonesome roads with heavy loads, I am the One
Nothing in the Many would ever allow the Truth to be known, that you and I are having fun
Be that as it may, woe betide you, don’t let the roads get the best of you, follow a middle fork
Something you will recover here, recollection of your generation from naught but a tiny dork!
Why? Give me a reason, good or bad for the Facts of Life, never told by some who had death
By the throat, chokin’ all of the life out of the rocks and muck and mire, it’s what a man seeith
Lookin’ around while blinded by the starlight of the sun’s blown atoms, roads and paths gone
Standin’ still and able to see 360 degrees around the circles and squares, a triangulated song.
Morning morons and idiots never sleep and never dream, I am not one but I know them all
A thousand times I’ve walked the steps from the foundation’s ground of being to the hilt call
Path blocked, sound off, lights off, never born, never died, the amorphous thing itself, I am
Tears wiped away, crying rivers terminated, joy and sorrow done gone, I shot & ate the ram.
Last supper, last lunch or the fastest of breaks, two minute walk time, eleven of fifteen is It
All you and I will ever get from the powers that be, wobble, spin, fly in elliptical, finite orbit
Ending the trip another time won’t matter much, a supernova never killed anything ya punk
Only the anaerobic breath’s gotta go, pretenders & material girls in a world of my silk Funk.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Janvier 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST
{ Copped out of the original divine gibberish swimmin’ in the menudo of roads to Hades, jacked-up on StevieWonder #BoogieOnReggaeWoman @ https://youtu.be/ylQMhYqSntk }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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