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Thursday, February 13, 2020

FLAME OUT YOU PONY SOLDIER!

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 13, 2020

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Almost Valentine’s day in a few hours over here on the far side of the Earth, it’s already gone

Pretending that your mind is married to your skinned hide dog and you avoid the crazy bone

Got way too high and actually puckered up and French kissed the sky, no donuts up there boy

Braver than a man ought to be staring the end of your being in the face, ready to join the fray.

Everybody’s everything is involved in this riot of mamas’ older kids, dodger GIs AWOL scene

Little Latin Lupe Lu, tip of the hat to my sister, cousin, godmother, grandmother Josephine

Females goin’ by ‘Jo’ and gettin’ yanked around from birth to death, free when it’s hot TNT

You can walk slow or fast, you can rock and roll or go near the speed of light, love you I see.

It’s all a matter of perception, a point of view putting yourself into others’ unfortunate freeze

In deep or shallow space and moving from point to point, breathing deeply to fees’ penalties

Common like my great grandfathers’ lack of property other than their wife and children faces

Sitting here by me or you matters about as much as the Summer rain, ready to win the races.

Who plays and you and I call it a day, using more vowels and consonants to twirl the crowns

Of the queen and the king who are mortal and although not wounded, marked for the extinct

Underground or above the place way down below at the core of the Earth, there it is, in sync

Up close or afar beyond the beautiful wall from the ol’ Missis-sip to the Cal-Exico block icing.

Cortisone and whiskey from Black Jack, the brother I never had to get me drunker than pops

It wasn’t his fault, his father and the great fathers before them all got here from infinity hops

Just because you turned your head my way, I was supposed to your drop dead gorgeous legs

And follow them everywhere until I got my touch, a feel of velveteen eel-like skin, great pegs!

Maybe there is a reason for being an ignominious ignoramus, all too human, as above, divine

Planetary knowledge and wisdom of the 21st century, your ancestors cared less than all mine

Thinkin’ preachers knew nothing when they were born, dropped a dime on a black Prussia

Who thinks the minions are comely sheep flocks needing to be herded into a fold of anima.

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi 13 février 2020 à 13 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique

FINIS

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