NOBODY’ LEFT, DEVOID OF JACKS & BALLS IN THE VOID
Take my word for it although it’s just a sound signifying the nylon stocking of leg
You heard everything that’s been said, read all that’s been written on a subject
Object to nothing but the truth, so help you, your people and your God, one too
Many come and are way gone before even before they arrive at the gate, a rule.
To run & be a winner or run and be the loser, an on-the-run one in a human race
Evolved or devolved from the Big Bang or neutron inside of a Hydro-electro face
Any way you looked at the whole shebang, it was a hodgepodge of sour grapes
Black, red, brown or yellow just the ashes of the burned out stage for high apes.
This too will pass from right here and now to back over there and then, it’s over
All of the light from the sun and the Edison bulbs and neon/freon tubes, mother
What I nearly blurted out loud was ‘Father!’, I’m all politically incorrect, I meant
Such a fan of bein’ an idiot & a moron, feigning ignorance while in genius’ tent.
As fine as the day and night gets to allow my presence to be known, it’s all I get
Once, twice or thrice… it’s a matter of mother’s Time & father’s Space, God debt
Paid off in full right at the last tick of the clock, a terrific and terrifying dilemma
That you are damned if you do or you don’t, it’s a narrow way to go, straight up.
Innocence shamed into admitting guilt for nothing but light & vibrating plasma
Electrons as the substratum of wavelengths and frequencies from infrared to pi
It’s far out man, I am not exaggerating a bit, remember before your conceptions
Reincarnated, pretenders who have usurped the innocent from E Street’s signs.
Hosted in absentia, all your thoughts and resulting feelings about this and that
She used to say I was hers & no one else’s and then one day it all changed shat
Bit parts in films and gigs doin’ random stand-up trouble getting’ dicks to laugh
Or I might consider reducing my volume of cabalistic metaphors, I am #RiffRaff.
Did you miscalculate your ability to deceive our clear minds with logic’s reason?
Well, from the alternate universe into this matrix in front of your eyes, my son
Good, bad and ugly that a man will transform his inner self, creating chaos’s OM
Sound of that, it feels like laughter of all inferior ones, odds on 12-1 & I’m done.
Withered away with the fallen leaves, branches still standing as a soul of a Stith
Marked the shadow with tattoos and scars received during quantum after birth
In a holding pattern, the Jetsons superfly signs give way to Flintstones & Rubble
Yes, we can but several people cancel the first day of class, they drop dead G.
Being gorgeous is easy when it’s in your genes, if not, there’s Maybelline’s stach
Eyes, ears, lips, nose & nails, tailored to defend on offense, backfield’s in motion
Bent the light from infrared to ultraviolet, a beam of light took a nanosecond in
For Ends there are the origins, neither see one another in the scheme panache.
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r j
j Stephan, i
c. Freezember XVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808
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