STRANGULATION TRIANGULATION
Amoeba, paramecia and every ape species known to man are the essence of Things, ego
Created from cosmic dust this ego out of nowhere comes knocking on doors in LA & Soho
But why? Reason and the retro analysis of the purpose for being alive yields nothing but air
Ain’t supposed to know or discover it at all, love ignorance of mystery, formaldehyde scare.
You die and depending on the luck of your body’s undertaking procedure, your wings fold
Never needed them in the first place, it’s all in the cosmic mind of the One who’s dreaming
Poorly lit rooms with all of the data needed to get dollars and cents to proceed with Nothing
Beeboppin’ around the flowers just for kicks, I ate it, they want it back, I spit it out, it’s old!
Junkies and bums have Homer power over their addiction to being sky high in naked fakes
Singing songs about consuming and metabolizing the alcohol and cannabinol at a laker wake
Could not come in to see the naked truth about the blown mind and decaying body of work
Adam, Michael, Eve, Dolores or a crowd favorite Karen, one of the many, delivered by stork.
Big times evolve into the microscopic invisibles that animate the muck and the mire of Gas
Gods moved the things, created and destroyed every atom and reincarnated due to nice ass
Not only am I usually right when I can’t be wrong, I’m never wrong, alright, alright, alright
Old ladies and old men drinkin’ vodka, gin and Black Jack #9, just to wake up hung over it.
Spitting images of our forefathers, still struggling for survival because they did not survive
Jokes and episodic tales of the schmucks & schmoozers who shatter a pretender’s love heart
Recorded words of the mouth and the quill, the pencil and pen, become the bible of the hive
Pretty girls, smart and strong boys, all in a mating frenzy knowing it’s a DNA falling apart.
In or out of It makes no difference, a categorical imperative, super purple drops of rainwater
On being ‘neath the last stroke of the hands of Time, last gasp, last call for alcohol, for sure
Boom-bombed out from Mexico to Maine, all done from England to Spain, Chinese bat stew.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, ROCKTOBER 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 1500 hours PST
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