FIX A MONKEY, AN AMORPHOUS ‘G’
Jokers think they’re winning when they’re losin’ it, bit by bit, no #Bettys left alive with pot
Tomorrow I know that everything will still be everything and the Smoke won’t be anything
In a spatial warp of time lines, penetrating the rainbows of dark angels all karaoke singing
No flights for the ghost who gave it up, six was nine on cold, dead ground, like a flyin’ swat.
Pertaining to the rainbows and the interstellar space above, birds know they’re stuck on a ball
Inside a dome of air, creation of breathing plantation animals, microbes of a Hollywood show
Searching for more life than you’ve already been graced with, jealous of your sister’s later call
Dixieland’s Graceland are just north of Never Never Land where angels fear to go get a blow.
Easy to corrupt the innocence of the children who depend on their host to teach golden rules
Mortgage the youngsters after-school to the corners of the streets down the square block pool
Of men and mice and rats and roaches that animate the garbage and junk of humanity’s yard
Dump it where White Trash fears to go, make room for new, recycled crow, up & down bard.
Remember it all, hook, line and sinker, recollected a Presentation of my life, dire straight says
Recollection of my skinny bones and fat muscles in atrophy, ash in an urn, no free S.E. Cupp
Liberty is a phantom of the holy ghost that moves the DNA of cells dipped in an acidic hiccup
Pennies from heaven for you and me to keep us quiet until the Last Supper of Santa Clauses.
Using facetious puns to misdirect the attention from the present to the past, ignore the come
From nowhere and nothing in particular comes everything in general, amazing I am the One
Not you nor anyone else in particular, All is One, from a piece of charm’s invisible electron fix
Aristotle enhanced Plato’s dialogue for the nature of the Beast, scree screams 9’s got your 6.
You want greed and you get what you paid for, priceless subjects predicating objects of desire
Mental cases comin’ into the front doors in a straight jacket and belly full of sedatives on fire
Uno, dos, the only numbers that really count, 3 up to infinity’s matrix, that’s a Trinity’s funk
Animated the Unmoved Mover inside of your sullied soul, Original Sin’s sixguns, laugh punk!
Shotguns and arrows flung from cross bows to speed wisdom’s point into a dirty mind of Eve
She gave it all, form & matter, things themselves, gave it up to Adam, micro problem reprieve
Nothing else to do in the ennui of Eden, 2 fuq-forbidden fruits, burrowed up, sorry demigods
Deus, Zeus, Jehovah or Ala's Savior, wisdom in One, Joshua, Siddhartha or Buddha hotrods.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. February 2nd, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST
{ Created from the Void this AM, excused while I kissed the sky listenin’ to the #Beats of Ramones’ #HeyHoLetsGo #Greatest Hits (2006) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9xmRt_2Aia0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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