ORGANICALLY PRIVILEGED CLEAR LIGHT, BLOODY MATTER
Bowery boys and girls have nothing on the Gaylords of the Northside of Chitown tea
Fighing & killing in a frenzy of the battle, a war that I did not begin to be or not to be
Or not to be, it was never a question of good, bad or ugly, just that it is & always was
Forward mach until you halt and go at ease from a parade rest, your ears hear a buzz.
Always will be unexpected but well received since the fear of death is shots of glasses
No lie in disguise or right out in the open, either way a moot point it is, all long knives
Long, long time ago it happened, the supernova heavenly bodies, burning bee's hives
For a honeycomb & ooze of the Queen Bee, sweeter than sugar, as thick as molasses.
Perfectly at One with a lack of everything right after the sensations stop, now I'm back
Then I'm all gone, I was already gone before you knew it, a whisp of wind I am blown
Back and forth, around in circles until the spin stops, it might stop here or @ Starbuck
Puzzle's pieces all together, the menudo is mama & papa creating, original sin to suck.
Opportunity knocked & rang the bell before I answered to see if I needed to react to it
A revolting development of the accidents that happen due to the Will to Power of chitt
That's everything inside of this cosmic bubble, an eggish humpty dumpty saga of God
Coming in & out of life to see what it's like to be The Created, without a clue, eh blood?
Drank & ate everything that could be consumed without being poisoned alive, no bawls
On or off Rte 66 just a dream's nightmare to go thru Alaska up to AK 47's Hawaii station
Old simple jacks & jills make the signs of the holy cross that hung the savior out to dry
Pinned like pinups get, nailed & thumb tacked, pushed & pounded up against the walls.
Flowing north to south, west to east, lookin' up & down from anyone's ego perspective
Om on the horizon for a suspected chance of love getting through to the love lorn dive
In a bar or lounge or at a concert with strangers you' don't know, in or outta of a dime
Looked around, they looked at each other but not at me, come on blood, coming Time.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER TWENTY, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST
{ Composted this matter while listenin' to the @EricChurch #ItsOverWhenItsOver on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY }
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