TIME STRETCHED, TURN IT BACK TO SCRATCHES & SCARS
Cadillac of Blues, Corvette's red word of runes' sweet relish moods, no treading on my backdoor
Mothered and invented by the Hood, a dream within a night's mare, to be lost in space evermore
Not merely too rolling stoned to keep entering a scene between sleeping soundly to mate too far
Dream in a dream, ad invinitum, evolved protoplasm, full of the scat, mother's skim milk & gods.
Looked up to the instruction of the instution, I thought I'd just sit this one out but I was so wrong
Militant yet at peace with dying in a battle for nothing but other people's too rollin' stone song
For the generals and the admirals who led the revolution from the queen and king of the ant hill
Seven seas and as many continents driving the force deep into the core of Earth, supernova chill.
Paranoia will kill you if an accidental meteorite hits you upon the head, fires you up, stones you
Like Hendrix and Joplin, Chambers Brothers, Joe Cocker & the Grateful Dead, we come & we go
To ghosts who haunt the mind's eyes, nothing but the living left to pester for the impossible blue
No pleasure or suffering any more in this groove, honey and sugarcane, sip It, let It go down slow.
Dancing monkeys in syncopated formation, like @BlueAngels & @Thunderbirds yet all too human
Communication and precision of aeronautical skill and intelligence beyond most women and men
Rolling stoned they are, in wide turns & paranormal thrust and aerial excellence only God knows
Funny funk exhaust of the remains from the pleasure and beauty of momentarily lapsing reason.
So, they say it over and over again, so, so...like it's OK but it could be better than this, it'll soon be
On the last day of our lives, we won't see it comin' down, won't know what SCAT broke us in two
Soul or spirit sublimates into the Ether or we reblend with the cosmic dust of leftover supernovas
Daddy lovin' mommy just to puff peace pipe smoke with chiefs around a hot fire, they got a buzz.
To where there's no more light, above and below where the angels fear to go, a Void's Singularity
Stretched atoms to an infinite mass & imploding the matter into infinity's dimension, a naked city
Bugs and boys, swans and girls wade into the mudhole, a cesspool of peers & a royal executioner
Redemption of a Savior who is the dreamer of a one-man-god trip, a done deal, COVid19 chapter.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, September 18th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
{ Original sin in the mood for a melody, to @RobinTrower #BridgeofSighs link @ https://youtu.be/7wcYeJKYWqY & #BestSongsOfPlant link @ https://youtu.be/KN0cFDYS06w }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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