BUMS, JUNKIES, STRIKES & BALLS AT BATS' VIRUS IN A HOME RUN DERBY, 9TH, 3-2 & 2 OUT
It's a matter of being grounded out, away from home yet still alive & thriving, a myth is as real as I am
Before and after the perfect game of 27 strikeouts to lead the league in being a perfect old God's dam
Nobody can imagine why bride's maids aren't all single and wanting to be married to guys' of fake lies
Until one moment before the end if there's a chance to reflect, sometimes we ain't so lucky, it all dies.
Your skin and bones infused with the flakes of snow sent from the kids in the hallway, they can shout
Not even a slight tap of the wood or metal bats, barrels are all fat with the pine & oak, to pitch a fit
On the way out of the park or 400 feet from home, whichever is closer than you think, it's all far out
Pretending to be the ball and to be hit by a pounding piece of matter, gives energy equal & opposite.
Coming off of an unreal journey from heaven up in here to Earth, all bambinos cry for mothers of milk
Teats to feed the infants without teeth to chew the fat and material world into the wasted days of silk
Faster than the atomic and molecular functions of the calculus, it's invisible as a ghost, One of Nothing
All of it or some of it is like none of it, identical to your chromosomes of cosmic soup, it's your thing.
Did what you wanted to do, knowing the Truth and consequences of keeping wisdom from execution
On a vagabond or a saint, you put your trust in the gods, in Nothing at all but a ghost in a machine sin
Disobedience of the command leads to extinction, you animate the wheelies & fly to The End of cliffs
In video games, you live lives of the finite who become dead & gone, a narrow way, no more but/ Ifs.
Appeals to the authority which there can be nothing but your living breath and heartbeat in a holy One
All there ever was and will be is right here & now, paying attention to your intention is my father's son
It's what I am because it's what I am or what, I ain't who I am? Come in for a meal of dangerous Truth
Lies of the minions, errors of omission but I knew we were in a ghost town, #InAndOut spooky tooth.
Life here & now on Earth is all you know other than mythical divinity's dramatic fact of evil-fake life
Rain & snow are the fodder of fathers who left, abandoned children to a welfare food stamp bee hive
Stung all the workers children who never work, expecting bones to pick, others to feed my orafice gap
Aristotelean nightmare in the dead dream of a germ, annhilated mother of infrared pine, you're a sap!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Jeudi @ 3:33 AMPST
{ It's always 2 out in the bottom of the 9th for me, as it is, the way it should be, drafted to the sounds of the World Series #2021 replay of game 2 between Braves & Astros link on youTube @ https://www.fox.com/live/channel/FS1/?id=2589c1288a3199528fa53919d803a56e }
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