TAKE A KNEE, HOMER’S STARGOD
Still of the daytime when Mr. Sequestrate’s axe is present, hammer and sickle to pound hurt
Underfoot. underarms & down the side slab of ribs that won’t be BBQ’d COVID, DNA sings
Souls undergrounded, melted ice of northern and southern magnetic poles, dirty ball of dirt
If your mom and pop couldn’t tell you, what are you in for?... a mayhem without any inklings.
If y’all cannot survive the viruses and infections and we all die, that’s the way it goes #HAIR
It’s the nature of being human, all too human like you and I are, we’re all in this together, not
We’re all alone, single and solitary, nobody gets out alive and there’s no company to visit Bro!
Last gasp of gas, last two blinks and a wink, you have what you came for, nothing but the air.
It’s all due to the fur, the hair that we’ve covered our naked skin with, evolution of hot bones
Animals need it and plants do not, if your roots are in the ground of being, you’re hot to trot
If disconnected with fins, wings or feet then the Earth is your ground of being with iPhones
Flat Stanley’s imaginary place in space is what your mother left you, invented womb of her.
Bums and junkies that have always been on Earth, they are men and women, humans of God
It’s the handiwork of an almighty designer of DNA genes, this is what we’ve got, thank you sir
We ran but lost all of our breath and lost our way back to the center, back home where milk is
Fat, skinned and dressed folk, cocoa or vanilla, drunk on milk, ate birds, pigs, bats to be food.
People are the food of the gods, eaten animated memories of what you did while you lived life
No recorded history, they persuaded you when you were young and naive, God is the alewife
We all need the ale to complete the full circle, innocence to awareness of being and not being
At the end of the good times, a free bird attracts the end of It All, US, Infinity’s all or Nothing.
Sun never rises, it’s your illusion, your blind faith in things that are here, changin’ the blocks
Brothers and sisters of mine know but they can’t tell anyone but their own true self, we dead
It’s your great, great grandmothers and their own great, great grandfathers bald dead heads
This dumped on our heads, a crush of Beauty and Goodness, above & below the hard rocks.
I took a knee for the law enforcement to head off the chaos at the pass, it’s always comin’ over
Mixed up chronological orders of Time, scrambled the hand in the glove for outer-space lover
All of those homeruns blazing over the center-field fence had me going for a minute, swing!
Get the bat off of your shoulder, fight the heat comin’ in for a strike, here’s a homer! #Ding!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Tuesday, May 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PHT
{ Jammed out of my face this AM while listenin’ to JJ-Grey & JJ Grey & Mofro on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GPlucqNQu2g }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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