ON BEING HUGE ON CAPPUCCINO & TIRAMISU
iPhones jingling the cowbells, come from inside, sweet taste, quenched thirst, all jacked up
Like the lady in the song, itemizing a last night out with my girls, bums & their junky hump
On their backs carrying the load of their parents' useless mind & body conception of our Id
In Oz or Out, tiny bot, a Ho just #WokeWalkin' indentured in waking dreams of me, The Kid.
That makes that 'kid' referred to as brother of the One, full up on your mama's goat guts
Not your own but a four-legged nourishment, a Pan god loosened in the One's lucid nuts
I'm the One I've been searchin' for, explains why I couldn't find the reason for Being alive
It's just because I thought I was so pretty, image reflected in the polished, magic glass lie.
I got some spells I inherited from the powers that Be, a word salad that causes my effects
Not magic unless you have no power to wield it, to the magician, this is a rewarding hex
Honor of being the example of a good, bad & ugly diversion from the Truth, the Void Is
All there is, nothing being the matrix to grow atomic malfunctions until Singularity's fizz.
On a homeless road inside of the ten foot fences, you can't keep the bad guys at bay
Hunger for whatever you can consume to remain happy & alive, not mad for, to die
Like a bug you can't see that just gets stepped on or run into by a heavy metal's way
You will & we all will actually lose this conscious mind to the Ether's transgender gay.
On the buns of baked plant dust, layers of dead meat, fish, fowl or any legs or wings high
It all becomes the Fuel for the sentimental journey of rotted thieves without gods, all die
Will die even when they refuse to stop suckin' gas in and out of your pie hole, cherry pie
Taught by the D-students who may actually have been the C-plus scholars, I'm so-so shy.
Think without your brain, without your mind and you find out that you're good as dead
Extinction is your destiny, personal Ego and the more general Thing Itself, in a God head
As if the unseen & unknown is a reason for the fact that the universe is so out of control
Random chaos' expansion and collapse of Matter, Onenss Is Being a jacked-up black hole.
Missiles will fly on Dog days of demon-cratic republicanism, reincarnation, god, a Singularity
Read the ancient texts in languages that no human comprehends, read them then be a One
Form of things themselves are allowed by the grace of the unknown gods, powers of a Sun
From first to seventh sons, grunting voices or a passionate, coughin' up, a bloody rouge sea.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, August XIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST
{ Drafted while on the #BrinkOfWAR jammin' to some #SummertimeBlues @BlueCheer link @ https://youtu.be/as1NcX31szs & @WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/BsrqKE1iqqo }
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