PISTOL RELOAD, DNA’s KICKIN’ IN
Fear & loathing for the minions to gnaw, gnash and grow evil alive while still alive & kickin’
Be behind the gods’ dams when they break wind because there’s no stoppin’ us from truckin’
Like the Dead or the Stones or the Ramones, we do what we do, then we fade too far to care
Hearts broken, souls absorbed into the Void of the sweet unseen somewhere else out there.
I’m pumped up with the braggadocio of a braggart and an orange-pomegranate muffinette
There were three of them and suddenly there were none, three bites, three spirits in the set
Wealthy and in a wet dream beyond your wildest imagination, I know which dream she’s in
I’m in my bunk, I’m nineteen, I’m sleepin’ in a big barracks with 49 of the strangers of Sin.
All of us evolved and descended from the miraculous Big Bang to the K-12 program of idiots
Learned the wisdom to be as quiet as the mice that speak no English or Farsi of loser robots
Needs and desires come as the infant cries for the teats and milk of the God that deserted us
In the caves of mountains and the jungles between the plains and savannas, up, down fuss!
Babies and children wonder and the ignoramous elders divulge backward and sideways down
From the First Cause, the original mitotic divide of acid in a holy membrane of plasma brown
Freight train back and forth, tracks can’t wear out while I’m alive, they shine, roll down & fall
Water of the snow, melted ice becoming too heavy for the stratosphere, fill-up the ocean ball.
Playin’ a game in the middle of empty space, thousands of miles between this thing and those
Closest to a moon, Venus & Mercury, doubled 90 million miles to Mars’ 149 billion tics to Oz
Wizard is the sun, the closest star we’ll ever be near, the warm & cold of the thing itself, Fizz
That’s all it takes, chemical reaction trip to the moon, standing underground on a white rose.
I got my bullets back but they won’t return my sidearm six guns, S & W rounds, no shooting
From the S & W .357, the .44 and the model 29 or the model 500, .50Cal, feel of a lead sting
No match for the dead eye aim at the center of the target, holy of homies opened up wounds
Men pine over the loss of innocence yet the things were never that way, mutant DNA hounds.
Accidental collision of atomic matter and a lucky conglomeration of the Will to steal a breath
First there was light and now here we are, blinded by light, dead accident or design, The End
More or less any minute from the first to the last breath, your soul is charged to be a friend
Lying about the Truth is easy since nobody knows what It is other than a Time of my Death.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 17th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to some David Gilmour in @Pompeii... 22 minutes of #GuitaristExtraordinaire link @ https://youtu.be/fLYeVk9Sk60 }
FINIS
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