MAGNETIC PLASMA, WHITE LIGHTENING & TEQUILLA IN A RED HOT PANDORA'S BOX
Where is the ship that disappeared from the Philadelphia experiment, radio frequency of Jacob
Inside of the wavelength's form, there's a Faraday and a Tesla somewhere being born tomorrow
Their mothers & fathers have no clue about the future of their offspring, rotate a wobbling blob
I disappeared into nowhere & nobody I used to know found me, I lived in plain sight of glory's ho.
Bums & junkies created history and then died and left you & I the boss of it all, ape's batchit crazy
Keep your body's 208 bones in Mind, because it's always over the matter but what is the Matter?
Know nothing at all but it's always the only thing that matters, bones live via gods named The Kid
It's One's multiplying & overcrowding that causes the extinction of the species, conceive 19CoVid.
All higher civilizations of the planet's mud could not reach the stars with the dirty pounds of sand
All too human, these high-brow, black and blue, white-skinned skeleton bags of muscle and sinew
Magnets filling my mind's eye with the thing itself, a substance of the essence of white lightening
If you're drunk or stoned so that you don't know your name, it's a fiction that's way gone, I'll sing!
Dropped off into the dire straits of the stinkin' city of bad smells, the Iriquois know the down way
Below the fagots and the civilized ladies and gentlemen with trains, boats & airplanes of the AOK
Come on women! Follow the sum of all of your fears, what your mothers knew & passed through
A field of dreams' electrons firing within the cockeyed head, there it is, the whole shebang's blow.
Insiders made too much hay out of the grass and it's all up in smoke of the Rocky Mountain high
Slammin' on the brakes and screechin' to a halt, there's no other way to lay down the rubber line
It's more than a feeling and a lot less than being dead bones in a box, ashes' urn, in mama's thigh
Wine and songs of the invisible angels, allow the imaginary figments to infuse plasma cherry pie.
As I lie to your face I also lay dying in my bed or on the sidewalk by the French bakery, it's a Way
Eating a chocolate eclair walkin' down the Chicago avenue to the LeClaire Way, a deadended day
All jacked up on the sugar, gettin' wild eyed bat-scat crazy with the elders, an altar boy of a God
Had shots to go straight to heaven, felt like the first time, never did before, Pandora's Dirt blood.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER XIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Dimanche 911 AMPST
{ Drafted first listenin' to @ACDC #HaveADrinkOnMe link at https://youtu.be/D_IrXsEHZxM & in a #HotBattle in the #FogOfClarity #OnTheUpHigh while listenin' to @Richard_Tangel interview regarding his @USArmy tour of duty 1967-1968, #BePreparedToDieYoung link on youTube at https://youtu.be/7-2o7hKTf5w .... bowel worms, VD, malaria, swarming mosquitos, jungle rot stink foot & dysentary in @CommVietNam & #ChiCons #NVA }
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