MIRACLE MILES & THE INNOCENT ON THE DARK SIDE OF CAPITOL & E STREET
Pigs were always in the blanket but it was really cows inside of the cabbage, smothered sauce
Somebody called it one but it shoulda been pork sausage inside a pancake, all too human race
Said once or twice just because it needed to be said by somebody when nobody else would, man
Steppin' up to the plate with a chip on one's shoulder, a loser will be a winner, the heat of a fan.
Who can lose if you can't get scared of the things you ought to fear, trouble to be a bad breath
Because if you're not then you're the bait with a known fate, food for one hungrier divine death
For your and every living thing's soul, things animated must die to give the strength to be strong
Can do attitude inherited from the ancient ones who knew we'd come for the Word's rock song.
Nobody will bind you to your presence, they want you to give it up to someone else more eager
To be or not to be this star in a galaxy of unknown pains in the remote black hole of Mick Jaeger
On rural route three where the blacktop ends, down that Rattlesnake Bar road off Hwy 49 SR
I learned who owned the heat of the snake bit bunch of cowboys and their girls, none went far.
Up the road a piece where I wrecked that VW to pieces, just where Salmon Falls Road ended me
Inside of that pond across the street from the shack of piecework carpentry of high achievers all
Just an unusual casual observer as I believed I was comin' in for a landing, driven by being a ball
Where she comes and goes, she came and went, she's coming once again and just to blow me.
But the wind that I am cannot be blown, by humanity's two lips or forked tongues, End's coming
From out of nowhere just like it did for our ancestors who traveled well before us, in awakening
Driven hotrod so fast that the rubber tires lit up on fire, ready to cause the supernova, Adam sin
Eternity rushed back down the counterclockwise spiraling way of the wobbling Earth revolution.
Passed Time as we all do to assuage insanity & common sense & me, I'm doin' a Harlem shuffle
Nothing ahead & nothing behind, only the present, the presence of knowing who's in the scuffle
Heat burned it all out and the ice cold, atomic quarks made the diamond a rock of unmoved ion
Wanted dead or alive for what's needed to survive & strive to be happy, amid-existential chaos.
Pork rinds and deep fried mushrooms, maybe some chitins, hog jowls & black eyed peas too
It's thanksgiving even if it's port butt, I realized it was a pig's arse with cabbage or a pasta fazoo
Awakened out of the corpse's dilecti just to see the God who created it all, left it up to the boss
We got what we gave, stole the apple, we get wisdom from gramma's hands or an unholy cross.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. June XXIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini
{ Drafted while listen' to a song about one of my favorite OLD ladies, she watched me for years while my mother had 5 more babies, @BillWithers #GrandmasHands link @ https://youtu.be/qv5pagal-ls & @Everlast #WhatItsLIke link @ https://youtu.be/qA1nGPM9yHA & #GrandmasHand link @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU & in the end, @EricChurch #TheSnake link @ https://youtu.be/4VeRO2eE1iU }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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