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HOLY HOMER ON A MILF HUNT, OHIO & WOOD STREETS' EYE CANDY

Once upon the time you find the light that blinds your 3rd eye's insight

Scent and taste of the prey to eat to survive the days or darker night

Copy the survivors that never give up until they're old and grey or bald

Like the wind blowin' into the hole in my house, a screened flow to roll.

Stood up for the underdogs who were born to parents who got screwed

By society, by the various cultures of control of the animal's mortal sin

Completely inept to deduce the facts of life from the tombstones above

Below the terra ferma, inside of the atoms of the core of Earth's love.

As if you didn't know the answers to all of the proverbial questions, OK

We'll go through it again yet it's a shame precious time's wasted today

Ad infinitum, write down some notes, jot down some memory stimuli data

For all minions who follow the same path that leads to Nothing but...uh.

It's not for me to say or to call the epistemological bluff before check

Power to go because it cannot be contained in a star, a queen or a louse

Jack Daniels and me were runnin' the dozens 'tween bar hoppin' flights

Neither bulletproof nor steel, I am neither superman nor mighty mouse.

Keepin' the actual Truth about the status of this existence a secret too

Like knowing something that noone else knows is a special, certain screw

Country miles or city blocks lined with meters to charge, strawberry jam

No goody goody for proud boys of grand larceny, holy Homer, a hotdam.

I don't remember you from Adam or Eve but I'll entertain a premonition

A supernatural thing above and below this here thing called, payin' a Sin

For the mortals, for the venials, for all originals there are sacred holes

Revert to the oneness, dark places where suns-stars ne'er shine, moles.

Ingesting, digesting, disgusting refused for the rats and roaches to dig

Like the beatniks and hippies dug the vibes of drums and horns, tree fig

From the garden of Eden and my grandfather's alley gardinera on Ohio

And Wood street down from Erie, Huron, Superior, Ontario, my Chicago.

In a sad cafe, I heard it all in a song from some eagles flyin' by me

Silver light talkin' as if the thing itself has been here and done gone

In a place where nobody else will go for any reason, it's all said, done

Not because of me or you or anyone alive on the planet, it's the Sun!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, July 3rd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ #LiveEaglesHits #JohnnyCome drafted while listenin' to lyrics out of the sky link LIVING EAGLES @ https://youtu.be/qmvAgx3RDJc?t=420 }

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