MY 78’s FLIP AT 33 1/3 OR 45 RPMs
Music plays from speaker wire hooked up to a transmitter, an amplifier of the half notes
Dreams of men and women recollected in the nature of noise, banging and blowing away
The things themselves which know nothing about where they’re at or where they’re goin’
From baby’s diapers and glass or plastic bottles with a #FakeNipple to suck gravity’s sin.
Nothing to see here nor there but still there’s a need, a desire to get nearly impossible dreams
To be or not to be inside of me, at night or day time, all day every day 24/7, foul ball schemes
Comin’ to Buddha, Jesus or Confucius or any Toma, Dickey or Harriet who rocks this world
Beaches to the top of the mountains’ peaks, frozen water clearly BADABING, so God hurled.
Now, lost in the bright light of day in a foreign country’s hostile neighborhood, Time is tight
So, in the middle of the scrum, you’ve got to think faster than the hate-lovers in a tough fight
Love to all of the haters alive right now in the present and to their kin, dead ones & soon to be
Love murders the hate when it runs out of breath, out of gold and silver bloody paths to Me!
I will call you so do not call me, don’t even think about me, forget my name and numbers OK
Needs and wants are all fulfilled with the Words and Clothes that bled out from purple hearts
Wound scars ‘neath skull & bone tattoos from my toes to my nose, yo hey, what HO did I say?
Phraseology gone wild, past status quo’s lost threshold of fear and loathing, loaded fine arts.
I want you and you want me like our mothers and fathers wanted us, hell we were accidents
Kiss moments, vacant mind mode of WTH changes of third eyes’ playgrounds down in Time
Infinite space inside and outside of the thing itself, it walks, it talks, it struggles in the rhyme
In the end, Alpha waves suck it all back into the Beta collapse of mind’s eyes, makes no sense.
Party over here and there, before and after the conscious realization that you’re spores of Ra
All of the many combined return to the cosmic wave that began in a whimper, in fire hot spa
Top of pyramids for sacrifice to live after the death of the heart and mind, pure bull’s feces
Cherished in the Word, the books full of mercy and phrases of intentional deception, 10 cc’s.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche 15 mars 2020 Anno Domini de l'année du Seigneur, sur Les Idées de mars à 6 h 66, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)
{ drafted WHILE listenin’ to: Al'Green #TiredOfBeingAlone on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/csZV3w_nscg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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