FRIENDS OF MINE WALKED A PATH ALONE, WHISKEY, WINE & GIN
Just because the Big Bang occurred & pretension has it, it's all a moot point, why we all hurt
Gravity collapsed into the thing itself we call our hearts and souls, civilization of the star dirt
I have no record of the past historical records, 45's LP's, 78's, 8tracks, cassettes, CDs of creeps
Moving the One into the Many friends and enemies of the dictating popes of the CIA & VPs.
Drunken monks and sailors watchin' our backs for the inevitable grim reaping of finite grand funk
Vigor interrupted from the beginning to the end of the morning glory story, saga of a stoned junky
Terrible Teddy Bear, lost and found in the toilet, only a rooter of metal can loose the hound rags
Essence of war and peace is the revolution of evolution, spun thread into naked covers for jags.
Low riders with fedoras cappin' their lids so they don't flip, it happens now and then but not now
Saxophones, bass, rhythm & lead guitars pickin' and grinnin' Old Gangsters with hand over pieces
Ready and rougher than the rest because the alternative was either death or a lifetime of slavery
To the master, to the man above at least and at most for some, the DNA of God's particle is MFz.
It's my pretension invention and one that cannot be forgotten by either One or any of the Many
Nobody with the ability to use logic & reason can avoid the knowledge & wisdom of fatso skinny
Soulful searchin' in & out of recycling caloric intake, imagining what is will be taught to alla yous
A step beyond a foot in front of the other, never lands a foot in the grave, C-minus student blues.
Inner sanctum where travel above or below is impossible, nothing is going on, nothing to see here
Or there or anywhere else, it's a mystery but we've got some appropriate responses to the queers
Who dream of species extinction as a remedy for maladaptive gamete multiplication in a bee hive
Beyond the good, above and below the evil, spelled backward it's an no brainer, it's all just alive.
In Venus' perspective, the Present is a tad more or less than a single gasp of air, it's all one breath
Gas in and out of this thing itself, animated bag of DNA acid produced out of an evolving Adonis
Drops of Earth's atoms combined for critical mass, this ball of clear confusion, miracle unto death
That is all I've got for now, this is it as they say, it's all for the blues, it's all over now Homer, finis.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, September 4th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{ Drafted while inside the blues of @StevieRayRaughan concert in @AustinTexas on December 13th, 1983 link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/sScwkJGmOmM }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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