APPLTREE HIJINX, ADAM’S FLYBYS
Hey, they didn’t lock me up to stop me from playin’ music and writin’ poetry for good god fun
Underneath the apple tree of goods and evils that fill in the blanks of where you come for tea
Old and dead men brought me here to be with the other children of all Dead mankind’s guns
It’s a matter of time and space it runs the dozens in, He damned the dozens, yo #Dolamighty.
Punks tryin’ to get into the locked gates of heaven, we threw down souls to an apple system
Shouldn’t have bitten off the piece, couldn’t chew it without incisors, canines and molars in
Trouble without the happy ending that can’t come, impotent head and feet in puddles of mud
Who can find the secret of Nothing in particular, Everything in general, a blind men can see!
Darkness, empty of the burning atoms firing off the damns of God or the gods or the matrix
This here song remains the same melody & rhythm & pitch of claw hammers turnin’ the trix
Greetings from outer space’s planet of a dot in the black and blue, all gone at sunrise’s blink
Shakin’ woman walkin’ the bones up and down the sidewalks and roads to the suck & stink.
Nobody will save you and you won’t save anybody but yourself, on your own dam of the gods
Broken and repaired from the origin’s garden to the destination’s junk yard garbage dumps
See what I see and hear what I hear, understand the gist of the revelations, you’re all phqd up
Just because your mother and father conceived you, standing up on the comedy’s guffaw cup.
Aliens from other worlds, just this world in a BC, 2 millennia down, one 20th century clown
Naked apes in sheets, dresses, skirts, pants, blouses, shirts, socks, brown shoes gettin’ around
Cause of the light is an explosion of atomic matter, dark star full of a black light’s homegrown
Shakin’ and rattlin’ and rollin’ down the highway, lookin’ for trouble to keep it a silent sound.
Who says this to you or texts this to you? You will be in the suck of gravity in perpetuity, God
It is the atheist way to say the thing, the word and then deny what’s said, cancelled grass’ sod
Freedom from the gravitational collapse is impossible, the trick is to pretend you’re a legend
Story is that you’re feathers, skin, bones and a bloody mind in a numb skull’s brain, The End.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, May 27, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST
{ Drafted in an #AdamAndEve apple tree loop of Buddy Guy #WhatKindOfWomanIsThis from outer space on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0zhV99Bvrgg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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