OUT OF OO UPTIGHT SIGHT, RAIN!
Everything in the universe is here and now on this planet, Earth, third rock from a burnt One
Silver and gold come from the innards and even the One doesn’t know what it’s nature Is, son
Come Sunday or Monday the things themselves will all disappear into cosmic dust like mama
She was here and now she’s all gone, a remarkable memory for a wisp of wind on my ol’ papa.
In the meantime, since I’ve found out that the Sun really never goes up or down, my eyes do
Asleep because I must without a free will on that requirement of the genome, to dream too
About whistling in the wind, trying to see the clear light in the eternal darkness love groovin’
Sundown or golden dawn is just the spin of the wobble, the only reason to drink spirits’ Sin.
Mortals wanting to be immortal without their 208 bones is an absurd yet obligation for Man
On being all too human, desire and will making a difference for a silent majority and it’s fan
That would be me, I’m a fan of the silent majority, I might be the only fan as the sun sinks in
To the imagination of the pretty girls and smart-arse boys who populate the ape-man skin.
Could be black or white underneath the hair on the skin, we’ve become dumb & naked apes
Evolved through the natural selection of females wanting a male boyfriend, dad of po’ kids
In or out of the caves, the huts, apartments, condos and mansions to house the egg/germs
Songs to sing and love to make between me since I’m here and now & you are not, Worms!
Tears of the ocean water on the ground of being, girls gone mad to create more baby’s blade
Infantile and innocent become the assimilation of fake pain and suffering of being so played
In a Big Bang or at the essence of the Singularity of senoritas who drank all my Margarita sun
On our way at sundown, riding into the West, far from the origin and on to destiny, I’m gone!
Me and you make the only two that need to be under a pale moon or a blazing hot star, a sun
Me, you, us and them, all of us, living, dead and those who have yet to be, we’re the DNA fun
Acid alive and kicking, Lysergic doors of perception blown wide open, it’s black jack D swillin’
Sweet and sour, all of it is the Need, the Desire to be knocking boots until the cows come In.
You know you’ve got it all, everything I need, you got it, like Roy Orbison used to sing for Sue
Higher Joseph Love than the highest place in space where you can still breathe, below a cusp
Of Ends and Origins, in a Twilight Zone that I can’t recollect being in, maybe a bee or a wasp
Is all I could do to germinate the world, fill the hives with sustenance and die for nothing too.
There’s a good chance that it’s highly probable, just might be possible to be more than bones
Look in the mirror or a reflection in the glass-like pool of blackwater in lagoons, a soul moans
Since the first decade of breath and fear of spankings, I knew this was all a matter of Timing
This Bad Business that this species rolls with, at least for the moments I lived, canary singing.
Zeroing in on the destination when you’re nearly out of fuel, you know you can’t make it Hair
I suppose you’ll close your eyes tight so you don’t see it coming, at that last blink in the hood
Chips are all in, the table is called with Infinity’s poker face, royal flush, four aces or One pair
Monaqita and Mona Lisa, forget about fittin’ in my groove, It’s raining & we’re in the mood!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, ROCKTOBER 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AMPST
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FINIS
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