MERCIFUL AS I LIE, I DIE FOR YOU
Presence of the monster under your bed awakens the inner beast, you’ve unretired once again
It’s nobody’s fault but it’s a necessary condition for pandemic responses to a mythological jin
But also never forget about the sufficient condition for overreaction to causes of love’s effects
I have more alibis to sell for the guilty who want to avoid the jails and penitentiary joints too
Boogie Woogie or Rock & Roll are the keys, top ranked, divine pecking order of prevaricating
Bored and very shy people write brilliant masterpieces, classical, opera, rock & rhythm & blue
Miked up for Words to be uttered and echoed on recorded loops for all the ballsy recollecting.
Grandma’s philosophy handed down to me was that ‘Monkey see. Monkey do,” in Sicilian
From Palermo or Chicago, it sounded identical to my mother, her mother’s greatest so far
In those hands that cleaned my bottom and held me close to her heart, rats couldn’t git me
Near the sewer caps, the rats ran rampant below the asphalt of the melting side streets tar.
Here and there you’ll find yourself lost in the jungle, concrete or vegetative jungles in love
With the animated organs, crawling, digging, walking, running and flying, below & above
Local boys and girls turn into the dead men and women forgotten by nothing, holy matrix
Dreams end, you wake up like I do and then you breathe in and out for 16 hours of kicks.
Then suddenly, you’re gone but you can’t remember anything about when you all were here
It’s actually a myth in the sense that it seems impossible, you had the gift of being born bare
Used to hear the sounds, the words of explanation, the reasons for being so easy to eat/scare
It’s a thrust to the place in Space, to the Time you were conceived, a moment down with fear.
Trouble comes right out of nowhere. so much open space in nowhere, lots of trouble, colorin’
If and only if you are fortunate, you will find out why you are alive before your mind fails you
From the innocence and ignorance of the infant to the reverent erasure of the recollection sin
Extinction precedes the essence so row your boat like there’s no tomorrow, life’s but a dream.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Tuesday, July 14th, 2020 @ 4:44 AM PST
{ Blasted this out of outerspace while listenin’ to a Bruce Springsteen Pinkpop Festival concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dzkecxiSwdY }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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