KNOCKED UP BOO, LOVE’S TRIPPIN’
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 4, 2020
Under a pale moon and a sky full of hot star rocks, just like this one before it burned cold stiff
All there’s left is the H2O of the rivers, the seven seas from the Arctic north to Antarctic cliffs
Margaritas are up and if you can’t drink 6 you’ll miss the hair of the dog early on in AM doubt
Ain’t worried about all the sorrow your mother and father left you, all of the gods leaked out.
We used to be a star in the Dark Void, above, as below, burnt dirt is It, y’all dumb and deaf?
It’s all we all got y’all and it’s not your fault, it’s not my fault, we are stuck where we got left
Abandoned by the hydrogen and oxygen Origin and left with the rivers and seas of silence fire
Down deep to the surface of all that’s left of the the gas, the Hydrogen and Oxygen, all we are!
Straight to Hades in a hand basket or just full of lead lined-holes or steel-slivered, fine edge
Sharpened on stone, impossible to crack or break on stone or bone, learned power in a pledge
To be or not to be was never anybody but a hobo’s question, everyone else immersed the One
INside the bones and all of the pints of inner blood, buzzed on just 2 jugs of a goddess’ gun!
You worked hard, every day, every year you paid your taxes and back alimony, welfare guts
Mr. Misunderstood on the Earth, one bad mutha shut my mouth, hangin’ in the middle of It
Sky cloudy white, azure blue or black void of the 24 hour flight around the grand Mother hit
Light and heat takes a couple seconds from the Sun’s surface to get earthbound, roots & nuts!
Been in Florida’s hot sun with bikini mamas on a quicky weekend out with girls from a haze
They’d go back to normal being schoolteachers and administrators, lead science/math tease
No way ever to see or be seen by the blind third, second or the first God’s eye, MrHerb Man
Pilots fly nearly high enough, astro and cosmo men and women spacewalked on this omen.
Knocked boots even when I had ‘em kicked off by the door, a place in Space I want to be
By the fireplace’s hot, crackling #Fire we could feel a self healing warm, cosmic plasma
My attitude changed from the day of my conception in my mother’s empty womb of ova
Hooray for the eggs and of course the gametes with unimpeded flagella, only One to be.
Clearly, alcohol is a necessary condition for peace and happiness until it’s all gone, um, duh
Bottles and cans, left over water-cubes wet emptiness and a memory of being screwed too
Not the sex kind but the rolled and robbed kind, my wallet was in the trash, cards, cash no
I used to care but now I don’t GAF and there’s a reason for that and this, I’m gonna tell ya.
Before you knew, you saw what you saw an remembered how it all went down, can’t you see
It’s all a matter of going through it once, recollecting the process to repeat involuntarily to be
Reincarnated or not, even if this is a one shot deal, luck of the draw so to speak, angels await
All of the souls outside of the bodies that are alive on Earth want to be born, want women PG.
Love is the hook and the spunk of the boys and girls make the friction necessary condition, It
They do It, over and over again to make certain that the thing itself is procreated with the Tit
Mammary glands with a source of Oneness within, without which animal life will extinguish
Explains the attraction to that #Homespot, can’t you see old Mother Earth’s boys, just wish!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, September the 4th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 07:11 Ante-Meridian, Pacific Standard T
{ Drafted listenin’ to the Hippies Grateful Dead link @ https://youtu.be/byEwZAXAy4g }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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