GOD'S GOOD TIMES, OUTSTRETCHED AUTUMNAL, e-SMOKED BEARS
Hibernating above and below the things themselves, a tree on the savannah or arid, dry cacti
Riding along in my gorgeous automobile, full of hydrogen dioxide, 0-100 in a NY minute high
Drunken monks and bums all turn into the living junkies for the breaths of voices in funky airs
We all must go in & out as the friction demands, a thrust from the DNAcid evolved longhairs.
Full of the scat that was transformed from delectable 3-course meals, breakin' fast for brunch
Potatoes from underground, mashed & mixed with salt & pepper, a dirty boy's tropical punch
One to the head and two to the heart, it's over when it's over, time stops for nobody's daddy
Even if there's no gamete action, DNA replication in test tubes, incubated alien DNA key, see?
Live and then you don't, call it what you will, what you want, you've been taught to signify It
Buzz words all lead to the finale that keeps the special delivery overnight or missorted to Haiti
In a huff & a puff, I blew my father's house downtown, a State street & Madison avenue's fate
Complete destruction of constructive adaption, in or out of time, on clocks or off, disintegrate.
Function of life is an intellectual calculus, Time's Space, nobody's free will to beall overblown
Salt of the sea and the moving stop signs that speed past your face as you plummet uptown
Fur off your dux tailbacks, down with feathers & smooth skin, a 3rd kind's pigboy cyberpunks
Always settle out of court for the sake of justice's swift boating, cancel culture's donut dunks.
It's ten-ten ante-Méridien on a Pacific Ocean coast, Earth spins, time's kept, high spaced out
I'm too legit to quit the monkey shines in the darkness because I get the payoff, not a doubt
Dancin' in the dark from dusk 'til dawn, it doesn't matter if you're on Warwick or Main avenue
From the lake's beach to the ends of the suburban sprawl, the people live & die without you.
Some girls make it up because their fathers went to hell without a Word, a bleedin' heart ruse
Babies come and die young or old, speaking for the spoken for, love's extinction of dam fools
Bums and junkies puttin' the mainline in front of the theory of everything, matter-form tools
I learned to beg from the best beggars, riff and the raff, drunk on asphalt sidestreet's booze.
Got you good like I knew I would, I cast a spell, I had the words to mesmerize the innocence
Trust me, believe me I would never lie to you, beg you for mercy, forgive me, let us all dance
Two step, the jitterbug or the twist, I don't care if you just stand there and swing and sway
It'll be over when Randos stop playin', microphone drop, drumsticks broken, ET blown away.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, September VIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 12:00 High Noon
{ Dropped a dime on the world up in the cerebral cortex, drafted will jammin' to some #Mercy by @Duffy #iNalOOP link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/yI_0NGgeNfw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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