ABOUT A #HEAD, BRAINS’ BLOWN!*
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 21, 2020
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Remember if you can, 1950-1965 decade and a half, be alone, easy now mindless, remember?
Part of you is ignorance and that is the bliss you have in your soul, recall which boy’s for her
‘Round & ‘round, ‘til your backside’s inside your corporate employer’s red turn-coats, we blue
So deep purple, ultraviolet & infrared up inside Holy cosmos’ rock full of H1 hehl too, foofoo!
Behind the screams of joy and desperate scraping of the bottom of the barrel for the bastards
They all were born in a test tube of muck and mire, your mother, your father, sister & brother
They all lost the Joy in the middle of their quest for happiness or at least the avoidance, Pain
Suffering ain’t the way, save yourself, save your life in a Bell Jar with a Bell Curve of disdain.
I ain’t the One you’ve been lookin’ for, pass on by as if you got blinded by black light, it’s mine
White light blinds you but you can see in the darkness, I am all there is in the Void, only me
The way it’s always been, the way memories flow through the riverbed of a skull, crossboned
Treasure rollin’ downstream from the mountaintop of snowbound love, no secret, we rocked.
Stoned out of the mind of the creator of my specific, a particular midnight in California highs
Freezin’ in Sierra Nevada’s range of exploding starstuff, all of us, all of It left in frozen thighs
Where your mama and your grandpas walked on the burnt stardust, a Supreme’s fund hedge
Punks in hell, in charge, ignorance pregnant with idiots, morons leading over to a cliff’s edge.
Chickens, pigs, sheep, cows, bats, eat them all and shat them out into piles of silver and gold
Mentally disturbed for the sake of mankind, it’s doomed to go into a snake’s grass to get old
Layin’ around in the mud, the blood and the beer of Hamm or Schlitz, Germanic hops’ water
Alcoholics love to be high and drunk because it’s better than deep depression, failed survivor.
Smoked, drank, ate the living once the things died or got killed, fired up, handy hunter apes
Killer of the troupes’ future manure to keep the world revolving, orbiting, smokin’ the vapes
In a pipe or in a paper, either way the leaves of the trees and bushes, are Medical milk-teats
One or many, pawns got no special way to know, it’s all in the akashic records, forget about it!
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r j j stephan, i *Do Not Worry About Me I Got My Memories - I LAVORI DI BETTY🐢 Lavette!
c. Tuesday, April 21st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2:22 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time
{ Jammed while listenin’ to #BettyLavetteMusic I LAVORI DI BETTY🐢 concert at the #EFGLondonJazzFestival Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2dx_Nk1Jv4c & @ChetBaker #Strollin link @ https://youtu.be/lpGpndN4q5U }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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