FAROUT? WAIT, WHAT, I’M OUT!
Inside the empty mind, there’s nothing more than neurons on fire, passing along the hot heat
From out of nowhere, literally the Space and Time of our enculturation in platinum and gold
From a tiny, nearly invisible thing itself, things are duplicated and sheltered in placed sheet
Where the invisible angels never go, here and now to the presence of our experience, my feet.
Shame on you & me, even after you’re long gone from Earth’s wet market, naked monkey sky
Neither your bones nor soul exist in any reality you’re in, it’s not your business to know why
Or if anything ever mattered at all, ever and the trick is to get the idiot savants, pigs in a Bay
For the answer to the perrenial question, who am I (or you) and why am I here (or there) eh?
Your fortune is tied to the air of this spinning, wobbling occult ball of the First Cause, what is
It can’t be all there is, just one and done or a reincarnated stew of pooh bear’s ilk, a sweet kiss
French or Italian styles matter very little to the invisible king and queen of Nothing at all, OG
Gangsters who force the issue on the innocents sleepin’ on ‘J’ street for the frozen tundra pee.
An innocuous dream for an idiot savant but for the kid on the block, son or daughter of gangs
A maze to get from being awake in the morning to finding a place in space to hide from thugs
Underneath the starry skies, there’s a park by the river with a restroom for deposits of dung
It’s never enough for the Way to just Be there, it must pull the verve from the family of Fung.
There was a crash of ‘29 and a broadcast from a voice out of nowhere, now here on blue tarps
We’ve blown the ground of being into smithereens and caused an asteroid belt by Mars’ lick
An idiot, a moron and a clown walk into a bar called, Terra Ferma, a pandemic is academic.
Not eye said the blind man to his deaf brother on the telephone, it’s no joke, it’s a hole Truth
Black one, empty of light and atoms that explode from helium to argon, electronics forsoothe
Compared to Nothing, this life of the minions is better because the absence of me is not Good
I’m here to see, hear and touch the Thing itself, It is what I am, It’s all there is, I’m starfood!
Gods know it, one or many, incumbent upon the gallows, it’s doom, a Singularity malfunction
Snappin’ necks off the chickens who can’t hang with the swing of delight, sin to be unmanned
You’re hurt but don’t show it, due to accidental lies of a King, space tools to survive extinction
Heads are in a noose, locked inside Infinity, a King’s Queen exploded it, BlackStar quicksand.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, April 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to #ThingsHaveChanged by Bettye LaVette on youTube in an infinite loop #LockedInTight on link @ https://youtu.be/AUK8ZQD5GYo }
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FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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