QUE SERA, QUARK QUANTUM, EH?
I like your pants around your talons darlin’ and you know, it ain’t that hard to figure you out
It’s all a matter of reading the tea leaves and consulting the Ouija board’s spirit of mild doubt
Monuments built and then knocked down into the dust, to forget about the past, repeat it kid
Just like you cannot learn, you cannot teach, you are a useless piece of DNA on the path to Id.
Just trying to procreate the species not trying to be clipped winged bird heads, like yourself
No more eagle flights in the dodo bird avian race and there’s nothing you can do about it all
Just sit back and watch as the dominoes knock down the front to the back and of a li’l rascal
Swearing to the highest power that exists in the cosmos, neither someone nor Nothing itself.
I’ve hunted for a bird, a chick since I fell out the nest, mother didn’t come get me, need a bird
Immaculate conception or victim of love matters not one bit, just to touch it once, say a word
A prayer or recitation of a speech or just lyrics to a song read aloud in a poetry slam, either or
Coming to an exit at the entrance of the form’s shaped matter, a century leaves dust and dirt.
Now, about the molecular structure of the mind, the personality, the spirit, a soul to run fast
Mighty mice fly and put tom cats and bull dogs in the barn with the horses’ assed backwards
Walking through you got the impression that horses gave you their only sign of derision, #ass
Fear and courage merged in the twilight zone, above that place in space where Singularity is.
A guiding light away from the heebie jeebies moves your holy spirit closer to the Final End
Place that’s reserved for the creme del la creme and the elite mega-billionaire's colored skin
Here’s who loves ya baby, you know where I live so come on over for dinner and a B-movie
All you see is all you get for now and until QUARK quantum manifests, I will be or I will be.
Nobody can see it where it hypothetically could have been if it would have been, in the pocket
Reason and logic dictate the hypothetical and deduce the conclusion most logical to ebb flow
From bunk beds of barracks in basic training, Lackland 1971 San Antonio to 2020 Nantucket
In the circus or on the stage, it’s life’s essence of existence, philosophical morons often blow.
Sometimes they don’t blow, they just suck frequently enough to get wrinkles in their cheeks
It’s work to keep the skin soft and wrinkle free, magic potions required, also need a trip/fall
Mona Lisa moved millions from seeing nothing and then her flat face in a book or on a wall
Punks with or without me become whomever they’ll be, today and tomorrow just like freaks.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday, July 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:10 PM PST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to Carlos Santana #LoversFromAnotherTime on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/FkE2TJ6pgoE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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