OMEGA FREEBIRD’S 10 HERTZ, SON
Marking right there in front of your eyes where ‘X’ marks the spot, where you’re here, present
In the spin of the doctors and nurses early in the AM, woke up my pops, daddio drivin’ blind
Still high on the Jack D, son of the black label, got to the emergency room, mama on a gurney
You may not recollect the first day you saw the light but I do, embedded it in my mind to find.
Last year you weren’t here, then you appeared from two cells merged into a zygotish globule
In a nutshell, from nothing but a move of friction on skin and nerves, we’ve come from a void
A mere, invisible piece of atomic, nuclear matter, fissioned & fusioned Space, above & below
What supernova imagined you’d be writing Words, reading Thoughts, of me, a motley fool.
Self deprecation and some legal street drugs should get you a tent underneath the freeway
Many down and out men and women will take everything you got by labor or sin’s larceny
Once you’re naked and shakin’ naked in the freezin’ frost of a funky-aze, morning darkness
With an overdose of the Earth’s plants ground into powder, melted into a comatose mess.
Cecor’ll cover your gammoglobulin with shock troops, a kick-az of struggle and Hades’ strife
Drugs on acid, natural high of mitochondria believing they have a viral will of Jack’s & a bawl
What it is in this world that forces us all to struggle for survival and fear the death of fake life
A shiver is what you get with the realization that you’re now enlightened, death will kill y’all!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi 10 mars 2020 Anno Domini à 3 h 33, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Earthquake last night around 8:00 PM PST here in Northern California... & drafted this masterpiece while listenin’ to Creed #WithArmsWideOpen & chit on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xkRtnqNtwUw }
@SalvidorDali
FINIS
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