I MOVE, CASH & KISSES FOR GUNS
Fun to roll up and down the boulevard with or without you, it really doesn’t matter at all
The gist of it is that a bullet comes fired out of nowhere and ends the perfection on a ball
Mobs of mobsters moving sub-machine guns up and down the Mississippi for the ol’ Fed
A need for protection from the Man of this or another country, they want to kill y’all dead.
Taxes and income traded for blood, sweat and tear droppin’ put it all in the bank, saved $$
A hundred thousand dollars I saved in ten years, it’s now worth 30% less than it used to be
There’s a boom coming up country for the men and women who pay attention to the hot air
Blown around by good guys and the sheriff’s deputy canines, smelled like a girl’s perty hair.
Complete equations without variables or constants, devoid of value and quality, empty set
Nothing inside and everything else is outside of it, order and mayhem move the unmoved
Nobody to be moved, it’s the spirit everywhere within a triad of duplicity, uno, dos & tres
Essential essence of the hubris is substance in retrograde, going two ways at one time too.
Mirrors reflecting reflections of diamonds and rusty nails from the recycled coffin silk
Softer than it used to be as soft as it was, now it’s as smooth as a newborn baby wraith
Hard times and hard lives make for the saga of this civilization and then it ends quickly
Dreaming of the Ends of the forces that annihilate the foolish creeds and a blind faith.
It can be a whatchamacallit or a pathological prematurity, a gift of the gods in NY Harlem
Dead or alive, the boys and girls grow and get lucky or not, some go to paradise of the grim
Scared and out of the ordinary panacea for peace and quiet, an ended journey at life origins
Fly, run, walk or crawl, I will get to the Ends eventually, Rolls Royce or not, gotta keep rollin’.
Margie or Bettye came and went like the North wind, blowin’ right through to my rubber soul
It’s sufficient to stay alive to eat and defecate ad infinitum, but why? Just because my pretty!
Golam would scare the bejeezus out of you and me, shatter our plastic mirrors, I’m on a roll
Like dice, I come up craps, I lose it all but the Rolls wasn’t mine to begin with, awoke already.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 14th, 2020 A.D @ 6:16 PM PST
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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