Found on the road dead like the road-kill that gets scraped up by the shining ape scribes
They scrape the blood and bones from the removable anima that come & go to my Earth
For no reason or for an unknown, mysterious logotype's phenotype and the men of hurt
Pines grown high and tall from the roots deep in the ground of the Being, Mother's dirt.
Saved from the drowning & the incineration of the Good and Evil, kiss under 7th heaven
Underground yet above and below everything at one and the same time, rye bread's leaven
My gods & demons rolled into a mighty crematorium of lost souls, idiots & fools, morons
Frequency of MY trips around circles of friends accumulated in the wake of third godsons.
I didn't thank you for coming to my personal, pity party sent straight from the Greek's divine
Mothers of the fathers who pretended they were essential to the Way of being, all fine wine
Drunk more than I should have, first and last kiss came so quickly, I forgot about a cool chill
A shocking pleasure from toe to tip of the pointed head above a hangman's neck, One of skill.
Nevermore to die, nevermore to live in 7 seas' full of salt, dried up star dust from above Me
Death throes comin' through the dirty windows of LSD, tripped from stimuli to the casket T
I know it's good, bad & uglier than it used to be but it's everything to me, a Beautiful blue sea
Water, retained gas of merged molecular liquid, gravitational force of divine atoms, 'bout me.
Baby born from God? All of us are, no reason to think we are just junk, germs of sky demons
Punks born & grow up to be put down the hole or burned into cosmic ash of universal foreskins
Got the axes twangin' and the bells ringin' & drumsticks beatin' anima skin, black cows & bulls
Four legged food to be eaten with Wheaties at midnight with your pill medication of sea gulls.
In flight from the down here to up there, where'd they get the directions? Where's the GD map?
On the grass or the tar and asphalt of the Big Boys who pretend to know a secret, it's all CRAP
No one has the hidden wisdom, it's a mystery because it's hidden to be found by a Man, at One
Storms and the resulting gravitational collapse make it all worth while, livin' life under a zipgun.
Oh see it all before it passes away like our ancestors' body of bones, presence gone in a red flash
Here one day & gone the next, memory for a moment until a crash and burn of a sonny boy cache
Born a God, died a Man, kissed the skin and bones every day as if it was my last, we are so high
Gods bring snow but it's all the heat of the night to me, I ain't a bird, no wings but I'm gonna fly!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Freezember 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AMPST
{ Jammed while listenin' to @GwenStefani & @BlakeShelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas on youTube #LinkInALoop @ https://t.co/4c32MZXHUt?amp=1 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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