SALT SHAKER & LIME, I, WRAITH
Rolled the stones in front of the cave holes, east to see and so very hard to move or remove
Mercury alive by itself, without the soul or spirit inside of the subatomic molecular groove
In Philadelphia or Sacramento, the matter of the stars hits you right smack between the eyes
Snagly Whiplash ain’t gettin’ any peace of mind, poetic license repository of little white lies.
To be a rooted plant or a rolling stone, you cannot be wearin’ a short skirt and a long sweater
Not just because I like that ensemble but because it attracts the immoral drawl or tea twang
Like your mother in prison or underneath the headstone, where matter is stardust’s big bang
If and only if it’s true that the false is true, lies were never lies to the gullible sssssssssssnakes.
Earth, third stone from old Sol, a trip on the Eucalyptus leaf, something about being nothing
All of it including the empty void of Space, matter’s and energy’s dream within a dream thing
In Vogue or LIFE, the point is that Intent matters, it’s the cause of the effects, a dot & a speck
Always ready to go as long as I’m living being, alive, LIVE what’s that backwards? Evil check.
A simple mind and easy rules to follow even if you’re a megalomaniac or a moron, It is Done
Papa didn’t preach to me but he did to his daughters, no sex until marriage a day before fun
It’s all for the babies, children to pay the taxes when you’re too old to believe the blind faith
If you do, it means you’re a wisdom-junky monkey, Truth of a blind man’s heart, I am wraith.
Automobile in a motorcade to put the things themselves into alignment, follow the leaders
Where they go they won’t know until they get there but they’ll arrive nevertheless, breeders
Makin’ one or more of the same type of genome, a perfect product of random DNA spilled
Moved by grooves of music, y’all got white privilege, sad, ugly American legs in a Scot’s kilt.
Marvelous mix of fruits, berries and nuts to satiate the hunger for knowledge’s color power
To start me up and get me ready to blow my top, that is the Way, the path to the tiny Tower
Of Babel or the Power that is what moves the orbit and revolution in exaggeration, do tell
Mitigation of the virus won’t be a possibility since it’s an alien organism, god’s funk particle.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. June 12th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to POTUS # 45 - Donald J. Trump & Harris Faulkner interview #JoesNotAllThere https://youtu.be/6ja8QEp0SkA}
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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