PISTOL PACKIN' MAMA, 6-22-22 PULL! TRIGGERED
Inside or outside of the house that Jack built, with or without me & you, porch honk
My halo used to shine when I had the power to shape-shift from man to ghosty head
Above and below the heavenly skin smooth as mortal sin, exciting charge of electric
For the sake of reason & the legacy we all leave when we're gone, can't sing a GD lick.
Born to be free from the chord of the mother yet still under a magic spell of a father
Boys, men, girls & women every culture and everywhere on the planet, suck as gravity
A force to be reckoned with because it will drag your light conscious mind into Never
A place in Time that can never be, an hour in Space that you & I can't spend in a city.
Still we deliver the goods on time, recognize the immortality that's absent in the bones
Body #Woke, mine #Broke but still movin' ahead, movin' on to Ends of the rune stones
Silence to agree with silent noise of the atomic fission and fusion, got Covid from a fox
All of it and some of it and none of it, gonnereah of perspective, outside a batter's box.
Between the rocks and the hard places is where I lived for seven decades, shreddin' it
With or with the instruments of wood and wind, brass and animal skin and bare bone
In a band or recorded in perpetuity on mag tape, vinyl or electronic data, never to see
Spared all of the trouble from the innocent, the good, bad & ugly, yeah you know me.
My bearings are in the middle of freezing from the heat of friction & cherry pie to seize
The moment will be over before you can tell it's hopeless with a dose of a cool freezer
Mama & pop came in like a tornado and left in a hurricane, it's all the same, yes please
Luck of anybody on anthing is a matter of right place being at the right time, a weezer.
Fallen angels & upstanding devils of a leap year holy day, means I got a song to sing
Dreams endings are always the same for the dreamers left behind, the awakeening
It's a matter and form all in your mind, a picture that tells a story, of a real longhair
A few bars and a couple of chords to play the scale, trebble and cleff, a millionaire.
Correction of the pathways obstructions pushing the head forward, close to The Ends
Human or not, this narrow way is the way it is, it was this way 'fore I got here friends
Punks and the hammers who run the 'hoods, the steets of the mean little muthers' Id
Leftover fodder believed a copulation was one's choice but it's just mother nature kid.
You always have to do what you have to do to survive the by and bye or you be extinct
Means to be ready to fight for your life, your belongings, your kin, your friends in synch
Every moment matters, nothing more than two seconds that ticks is important to you
As above, so below to everyone from God's Adam to the newborn, a cosmic beef stew.
Balls and chains rollin' behind me and you like we don't know how to live with the free
Slavery seems to be the pied piper welcomin' the fans into the entrance to hear & see
The sound and light show from the airs beats and echoes from wall to wall, floor high
After the encore, house lights go up and down, mind as well get stone, got cut to fly.
Ain't got the sheet to do, the fleet to be sunk in the pink champagne and pick me up
Higher than the ground of zero and being the living DNA of the Star called Sun, a God
Without It, we don't breathe, oxidate your mindless contents, a cannibal void-vision
Food for thought in big mouths of 32 teeth or less, 2 sets hangin' on for life, Slo-Gin.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday 6-22-2022 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Dusted off my boots & thrust this jam out of my spurs while listenin' to @ChrisStapleton #HITS @ https://youtu.be/Dck-RbRoZEU }
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