GODS' & GODDESS' SMOKIN' AN EMPTY PIPE DREAM
Fear & loathing of nothing but the Void of the empty bowl of porridge, Thanksgiving brunch
I have it together without an invite to dinner, lunch or supper, continental breakfast munch
It's an A-type of #SuperSalad a soup or salad can really count on to be neither here nor there
On a magic carpet ride or just an A-train from the loop to Oak Park's deadend at Harlem's air.
Come on woman! You know you recollect the times you liked goin' out to eat & play a game
Billiards or concerts in and out of The Lake's vicinity, maybe to Vegas or Old York of new fame
For once or twice in y'all's #NoJoke life, realize that to be or not to be is a rhetorical question
No answer for that connundrum, it's only a proposition for logic to apply analytical precision.
Route 66 or Hwy 1 on either coast of the best show on Earth, USA in my Chevrolet, it's alright
Any day is fine, Sunday to Friday, Saturday night's out of my control, fightin' a high black hole
Fueled up the tank, on the way to the holiday at gramma's house, out of sight, darkness' light
On the way from here to there, it's an inch, a micrometer or a hectare, UFO warning, fly low.
No help on the horizon and there is no other path than the one we're on, Life, that's all, OM
Sleeping and dreaming or not, wide awake or #Woke can't be the case for me, a divine bum
Hiding out inside of the caves where anyone believes that shadows on walls is all there is
For all of us, the faithfully departed, the present and the ones who'll inherit the Tang fizz.
Maybe oranges if dehydrated will give you and I what we need but what the deuce, so cute
Vitamins and minerals is what we compose our bones and blood of, just mighty man's suit
Because I loathe the fear of death, I feel that I'll survive mortality, it's DNA impossible dots
To draw the picture by connecting random dots on a two-dimensional plane of holy robots.
I had whiskey and wine to last me until the lager flowed out the kegs of aluminum spigots
Party house just the canopy of a forest drippin' mountain dew upon beauties' & beasts' sin
Worms and birds, floating down the streets of Chicago & Manhattan, thanks but I ain't givin'
Time is up, Space is all around anything more than a neutron, present, past & future robots.
Rolling from points A to B and on to infinity both positive and negative abstractions to boot
As above it does below, water NEVER flows UP, gravity NEVER blows UP, yo' mama is a root
Of what you'll be the moment after the Abomb blows, too humane, ape & no man left alive
Females brought us into this world and females will take us out, worm strong, I will survive.
Pouring the wisdom, faith, hope and love over the mashed potatoes the ground grew Rubes
To hold the water when the sun's heat dried up the surface, the gold of H2O set underground
As above, so below, if it ain't wet above, it ain't wet below, vice versa ad infinitum, no boobs
Meaning no milk for the young, Nature's smokin' a pipe dream, fire in the hole, OM, a sound.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. THANKSGIVING 2022 Anno Domini 11-24-22 @ 777 AMPST
{ Corks are ready to pop, wine will be in flow within hours, bird, bird, bird, @TheTrashmen #SurfinBird #BirdsTheWord; drafted this in silence but now it's all rhetorical because this is now loopin' @ https://youtu.be/9Gc4QTqslN4 & some @JoeBonamassa #HappierTimes @ https://youtu.be/Cf1nnEpA5fk }
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