BUM'S RUSHIN' BIG BANGS & A NANOMETER'S FLUX & FLOW
I've got some good news & some old news, pack your things, either way y'all gotta go
To the place where the axes grind away the treble's trouble with the bass' back beat
Mother & father of it all, they themselves all admit to control they got Above & Below
Miracles at witches' fingertips with magic potions & words that make spells' hot heat.
Periods and eras that fill in the modern and ancient ways and means of the being roe
Eggs and the monkey bait fill in the blanks, emit the humans that remain all too slow
For the finish line is a heart break, a heart attack and a seizure of the brain's spirit sics
No ego above or below the bones, the blood that bleeds out the vocabulary's phonics.
From the alpha to the omega, babies cheat on their tests and learn what Nothing Is
Something feels as queer as the unknown in any algebraic equation of inequalities
Moving from the full stop, motionless and silent, not a scent of a woman anywhere
Permanant in the follow up sound of common ground, place of pain & holy pleasure.
Dead and gone, forgotten memories of what used to be the regular rigamarol insane
Out of the sky, been out of our minds since the conception of our deep end, Cocaine
In and out of the head, the lungs, the blood, the bones, mindless cosmic interference
Wavelengths and frequencies that pick and grin up and down the fretting rise, hence...
Apes, repeat the humane habits to survive the wasteland of their refused & used food
Living upwind and upriver is fight worth fighting for your family, your kin, your tribes
Extinction is the only other way to lie getting stiff and allowing the rigor mortis' good
To allow the Earth it's recovery of the thing itself that your mother bore, orphanhood.
Sore funk and wagnols wag the dog's tail in ecstatic happiness, well worth waiting for
Rocks & their moving up & down the love & good times that precede a slammed door
Just before your last step over the proverbial cliff, you've made the decision & it's over
All of the glory to be or not to be, no question that's the answer we really wanna hear.
Pretend that it's a room above your mother's bedroom, she died in childbirth as a nun
Virgin childbirth or I'm a little bastard of the rape and pillage of the Davids & Goliaths
Never a reason to contact your spirit while you're alive, it's there, you'll know if it goes
I thought some things, brought me back to the preconceived notion, gods loved Ho'z!
Orgasmic push and pull, slide and burn the punk 'til it smokes the cosmic dust on fire
Priming the pipes for the First Cause's movement, an overture and a golden repeater
Shot from the chamber and barrel of what the monkeys built & left for the kids' mire
Quicksand graduates into the muck, quicksand for the good, the bad, ugly & prettier.
Fill her up with Ethyl, it's a high test for maximum combustion in a vacuum's V8 engine
Steppin' on the gas, shifting through seven gears on the way to the finish line's holy sin
Checkered flags keepin' my champions alive if they don't duck and roll, funk avoided it
Played & worked, backs turned when it was all done, microns of acid powers that shyt!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 6-4-2022 @ 707 AMPST
{ Jinx! Drafted to an amazin' young #Blues artist who can literally pick & grin her fine ass off, kudos to her Ma & Pa, jam to @Ally_Venable LIVE link @ @FunkyBiscuit in @BocaRagon 3/9/2021 link @ https://youtu.be/Ng5FsYCDtBw }
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