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PARADES FOR MY DAUGHTER, SON

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 10, 2020 

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Everything is in line for Mighty Moe and Cinderella, animated bag of holy bones, apesextinct

Just because that’s the way I want it to be, it’s the rules of my winding road, naked ape stank

Follower of leaders’ misleads, preferably One, with a sharp evolution curve, up-synchronized

Highly improbable though it may be, it’s a wish albeit a wild and unlikely one to materialized.

Predators merely the modus operandi of eating oneself from the inside out, theory of it All

Computers and our ten fingers are all that was required for us all to arrive here on a dirt ball

For no reason even if you can rhyme the end of the line and justify the ends by askew means

Motors and engines only assist the disintegration of the core network of the things of beans.

After the teenagers move on and see nothing ahead and nothing behind them, they volunteer

For the Army, Marines, Navy, Coast Guard & Air Force, need the tanks and missiles for fear

They work but only for detente to stop the other for fear of annihilation, smashing the Earth

Into smithereens with a Neutrino Bomb, from a tiny reaction unto the doomed, bloody heart.

He and she dwelt among us for a moment when we weren’t watching for it, it has come hither

Between rocks and a hard stones wall that only moves for mass annihilation of atomic parity

Fathers of children can help as much as the dead and long gone mothers, the beasts’ thither

Toll to roll down the tristate and turnpike, expressway and freeway is more than your means.

The price must be paid for this journey, to begin and to end this somnambolistic, fake foam

At the center of the conflagration, there’s a song playin’ in Hollywood and in Kiev, freedom

By jimi hendrix and the experience, it was what it was and the Man did not disappoint, boom

Out of dead and gone in a dream with balls to the wall, bones’ dust swept strawman broom.

Features of sensory perception memorized for future retrieval if required for efficient dorks

The alternative is to be either the food of animals, insects or microbes of subatomic quarks

From a single cell to an infinite value of cells in a form, a shape without a mother’s sucker

So father and mother downloaded data into the progeny and extinction will allow no succor.

Father of mine, listen to me, where did you go when you said you didn’t know, was it me cuz?

Did I scare you away with my wanting to be around you all the time, my idol, you gave Word

That last name so I didn’t have to be a little bastard until I got a lot older, It turned out I was

A little Re-Tard that is, the name you called me the day you walked away, you old bass-turd!

Griping from your easy swingin’ hammock between the weeping willow trees, I can’t hear you

Preaching to the wind and it’s blowin’ right past my brain, my mind’s eye insight in 52 weeks

Periodic tables clearing the air and breakin’ toe bones for torture to get the Truth, to never be

Saying it out loud, making the sounds of the random mouth conflagrations, tongue in cheeks.

Overnight it stayed dark until a moment before the dawn, it all became clear, it’s lucky draws

From a blind deck of 48 or 52, pinochle or poker with or without trump or wild card flaws

Game on and game over in a New York Minute, even if you don’t like it, the way it’s gotta be

Didn’t know we were the only ones who weren’t born in the Twilight Zone, US, you and me!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted with Cinderella in the house, playin’ #OneHeadlight by the WallFlowers @ https://youtu.be/yjbzUEJONNU & #SixthAvenueHeartache link @ https://youtu.be/kXDiGtgPL6E }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?