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6 ANGELS & HOT BLOWN 4 OF JULY
Time really doesn’t move the shadow on the sun dial, it’s the spin of the twist, a par 4 course
Rocks rolled after the center exploded from the gravitational pressure and centrifugal force
Teed off early and finished with a 111 for 18, my first 18 ever, my last 18 I’ll ever log & putt
I think that I gotta GTF outta here, because it’s not my thing chasing a lost ball’s deep rut.
My words and your ears that hear the string of alphabet soup breakin’ into your open wound
A head cavity filled with grey matter, to guide the local hero from event to event, lost or found
Day by day. night after night, dragged lines from first dawn to the last sundown, rain or heat
I’ll throw down with you or anyone else if necessary but it never is, nobody wants to get beat.
Peace and love from above only because it’s been decades of crystal blue persuasion’s smoke
From the camp fire to the forest fire to the wetlands and wet markets, gone bat crazy to croak
Love has nothing much to do with any of it, diamonds and gold can’t get the immortal keys
It’s just a monster’s bowling alley, we’re the pins and heaven and hell throw the trajectories.
Philosophical blues pulling the existential ego out of the genome, just for kicks, a quickening
More than ever before, your memory recollection about why you’re alive in privileged singing
I am the subject of objective reality, I diverge from a timeline from now until power intersects
Marx and a tiny proletariat dancer loosen the chains for the commune to implode for the sex.
Ruling bishops and royal court of kings and queens justify the Way by a quick manifesto jerk
A gentleman and lady will get their due, they paid their dues, suffering DNA of Thor’s mama
Just because you think you’re so pretty now and then, you gotta admit you look like ant scat
Saturday night in the house or outside the bar in the alley, either way y’all gotta go in a splat!
If you’re a big leader of a big country full of a gun powder keg ready to blow, just back off ‘em
You have no choice, you want to protect your citizens, your denizens, your parents’ offspring
This is a chess game and you know the rules when you’re in check, you gotta move that thing
Go home instantly as soon as you resign, a force to repeat future shocks, God’s ad infinitum.
Tempted to do the right thing to avoid the guilt and self deprecation, I love to hem the cuff
It’s a beautiful thing that we do when we do unto others as they’d do unto our guts, as above
So, below the hot stuff tonight or tomorrow above the matters and forms of the shock of love
Shock into the presence of what comes after the Past and before the Future shocks, hot stuff.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. July the 4th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:00 PM PST
{ #ToTheVictorGoesTheSpoils #BeepBeep #HotStuff #BadGirls wrote while listenin’ to Ms. Donna Summer R.I.P https://youtu.be/kLjTYWcNzmg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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