FAR AWAY, WHITE TRASH BENDER
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 1, 2020
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Slobs reliving the life of the man or woman who don’t worry about anything, not even dead
Alive forever and a day before the end, they’ll get a warning to tuck in all the foot-loose ends
Fait accompli or just an accident of the First Cause mythology, silver spoons in lord of the fly
Fear and loathing for the Truth of the stacks of dead trees and dusted ink from the dyin’ dye.
Black Jesus from Mexico or down Brazil’s way, somebody related to the Aztec or Inca duels
Where the landing of the aliens came to rest their lovecraft out of fuel for any return, 10 rules
Called them commandments to control the fear and loathing of the white evil, hornet stinger
Spelled backwards or forward, live and evil are one and the same thing, don’t shoot a tweeter.
So, let me get this straight, no problem with human sacrafice to the Creator Black Hole saves
In Babylon it will all be forgotten and the memory of me in the desert or atop the hill’s caves
All alone after the rejection and deflection off of the rock hard slate of the tribe’s inefficacies
Spirits too weak to control the hot fire and the frost of the icy days and nights of Uranus’ seas.
Babylon here and now, feeling the burn of the ebb and the flow of the hips, hook up my eyes
Unknown reasons for conception, survival of mortality’s original sin, immortal, invisible lies
Nothing to fear except fear itself deep down in every one of our souls, a purpose unknown X
Unsolved and with deep regret, the occult remains unseen, the wizard magic is a witch’s hex.
Your lights were on when you went to sleep on the top bunk bed, you promised you’d dream
Maybe you did and maybe you didn’t, that is the question since you’ve gasped a final scheme
From German Kant, Latin Seneca or Greek Thales or Chi-Com wisdom of a Lao Tzu droid
Into the Twilight Zone without a need or desire for a rudder to steer to anywhere, it’s a Void.
Do not put your self in my place, stay right there in your own place, delve deep in mortal sin
Marrow of DNA/RNA code, animate the Terra Ferma boogie-man nightmare, hazard rockin’
From a blank screen with nothing but blackness, no white or any color from prismatic bends
What comes out is identical to what came in, eyes and mouths wide open, it’s how it all ends.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche 1er mars 2020 Anno Domini (AD) à 9 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)
{ Drafted while listenin’ to Temptations #MASTERPIECE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/U3z5NKskK60 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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