HORSEMONGER FOR MAMALUKE!
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 17, 2020
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It’s not every day on this planet, on this ground of being that you can recover from the Ends
Finality is such a terminal way to approach the nature of this beast, a humane form of death
Orbiting and revolving during the wobble and observation of an imaginary ecliptic, the Bends
I am not here to be water under the bridge, can barely keep my own eyes open, blown breath!
In and out like the fabulous cow pie with aged joy juice from the liberated teats of mamalukes
They wait for a last train thinkin’ they’ve got a ticket to ride, all hell’s changed, all of It, Duke!
Sweet malamutes are footloose and free runnin’ around with every stray, now it’s all but done
Miss Lucy of the Diamond Sky made a mistake, scrambled the DNA of reason’s logic, godson.
On the gallows, head in the homemade noose, actually it’s a formal diatribe of the ruse of You
I am no different than the first or the last brother or sister to be here, to be born, to die of Flu
Utter dissolution of thoughts, survivor of the struggle dies like a dog, eating losers’ livin’ trash
Reported to me, prior to being me, my wings disappeared, still got the pizazz, got diaper rash!
Humanity of the inhumane, still breathing in a cell behind bars, I got the key to the gist of It
Commercials to make the commerce move from hand to guitar strings, to keys of eighty eight
Blown horns, two octaves of half-full notes on s scale to make Godzilla appear to be virus chit
Diamonds from coal, Gold from lead, small treasure with high value, if it bleeds, hell it leads!
Flown below the radar on purpose to stay undetected by the kissers and killers of the Goods
Few and far between each other, they’ve devised a way to keep your #SocialDistance moods
Later is better than never, so register the points of the conclusion, lock in tight on this, #Fly
Vacuumed stardust and made some #JitterbugRagDrag for the wizards and witches, magic I.
Neither you nor I can win this here game without knowing all of the rules and who is playing
All things are edible on planets and within solar systems filling out the galaxies of the Cosmos
You may have your neck in a tight noose right now, it’s ready to tighten up, y’all better move
If you remain at One, at Rest you will be what I shall be when I jump my needle out a groove.
Dream weaving as you read, as I lie to you about laying around the planet just waiting to diet
Die like our food that we heat up and ingest, digest and divest for the sake of the Nothingness
Or maybe it is the Unknown Occult, disconnected origin of muck and mire, a savior is divine?
You came here for this, IT is all there is, my head’s in a noose, hells gonna break loose, FINE!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, April 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Jammed out in a loop during a ad infinitum trip with BobDylan #BobDylan #ThingsHaveChanged link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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