HITMEN, WHISKEY & HOT WATER!
NYC to Miami to Chicago and Milan to Los Angeles’ holy black tar mud, extinction species Id
In the deep psyche, in the marrow of the hillbilly bones, moment comes and goes into a skid
No way to stop it, stand in front of it only to be smashed into a flat bone-bag of dripping glee
Comin’ out of nowhere baby because you loved someone deep inside of them, 1 planted seed.
Comfort in the warmth of the nest where nobody ever goes except you and your lover, just 1
None other needed with the open minds of the open vacuum holes in valleys, hollars of fun
Never married so never knew the joy of the ecstasy that comes and goes with the north wind
Hidden until it’s the Time in Space to multiply geometrically, to avoid the species extinction.
On to the path you got off of many years ago, it’s still there ready to be tread upon, never fear
You ain’t the first and you won’t be the last that animates the lump of flesh and bone’s veneer
Lookin’ at the reflection in the mirror, the image is accurate only in the light, now it is so dark
Even Bubba can’t see in the dark, gotta feel with fingers and feet, we bums in a Chicago park!
By the lake or on the outskirts of the southside where angels fear to go, stockyard ready bullet
Ready for your cattle necks to be inserted into holy ends, beheaded meat to amalgamate chit
Open minds on barbeque fired up heat, charcoal, hot rocks, wood or gas heat, we gonna eat
Party on the patio or the veranda or balcony of the high-rise, yell it loud now y’all! HeeHaw!
Flinch when I wave my hand at your face, duck and cover because it may be your only chance
Death blows and life does it’s best to compete with the #HeadBanger, end of the God’s dance
You had stone-blind faith in Things you could never see, dead men leftovers for kin-cousins
Eyes to see and ears to hear before the Action, the 1st Movement, the Rhapsody in blue jeans.
I drove in the sticks more deep than ever before, down into the ground of being, Hell & Me
It was a trip from the LSD acid and the weeds on fire, inhaled and exhaled for Mescalito tea
Just a product of Parochial mesmerization, an altarboy spoke Latino for God’s stone creepers
Old ladies & old dead men walking up the aisle for the body and blood of the Saved, jeepers!
Transubstantiation of water into wine and bread into flesh, consumed as cannibals ought to
Eating their God and sucking the blood in to thank the divine for the precious moments to be
Allowed to be or not to be, brothers and sisters with an important question for all, WTF over?
Gave me that look, let me down easy and I thank you, #HIT me, it’s how we got here l’il lover.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. APRIL FOOLS’ DAY, 4-1-2020 A.D. @ 08:00 AM PST
{ Twisted out of my genome this AM, the muse had me over a barrel therefore, created listenin’ to the PRINCE ... The Living Legend 💜 link @ https://youtu.be/H9tEvfIsDyo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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