SOUL'S FUNERAL PYRE, I'M A LIAR IN A BEER PUTSCH
In & out of the doors that angel-gods closed when they left the scenes all cut out
Knowing no better than anyone else, one guess as good as another, all has beens
All mere ghosts of the things that used to be here and now, they are mortal sins
True this and that, we can prove the logic leads to valid & rational conclusions.
Nearly over before it’s begun, Truth be told and let it mutate in it’s cosmic stew
Bonfires won’t let it burn hot enough, it’s under the Celsius and Fahrenheit’s 451
Known in a complex of simplicity when the lead and bass meet the rhythm rhyme
Farther than you’ve ever thought you could have wild guessed, just in clock time.
24 hours every spin gets you closer to you ever were before, headed outta here
Somewhere way over the rainbow, above and below the Earth poles & equator
There’s an answer that may not be logical or rational, yet it’s the true answer
Down in the holler or in the bottomless well in the kinfolk yards, drinkin’ beer.
You’ve got cognitive decline and a lot of nerve, pistols and rifles loaded for bear
Pushed beyond twilight zones in the upper echelon of pendulum pit’s bum steer
Forks’ 7up to stick the meat, so it can’t get away in its dead state, real good digs
Seeds all up in a bunch like your panties, frolicking in the grass or tokin’ the zigs.
Middle of the ocean, tip of the volcano and it’s surrounding fauna all that’s left
Over the seas & mountains to the seven continents of mankind & the menagerie
Beer halls where it got spilt with the mud and the blood, fights for the fake pride
As if your proud boys and lucky girls have another choice, free will is a free ride.
Sawed the trees to pieces, pounded the metal out of the rock to tack and nail it
Up against the wall if you know what I mean, psychic psycho as it was & will be
Made the whole shebang just like this, to be exactly this way, water mud of Ids
Deep ends over with the holy sees and captain martyrs of God’s damned kids.
All of them without exception are doomed to the skull and crossbones of stars
Night of the Knights and the Day of the dazed and confused meat locker bars
One, more or less, even down where there’s no light, at the core of a blind eye
Vision & sound rock & rollin’ the cats, mice et al of the Kings & Queens on high.
Bawlin’ about balls to the wall, it’s not a question of “if” but “when” that’ll be
All out in the open with the closed system, redundancy and reincarnation’s free
Doin’ it over and over again for the duration of eternity, forever and ever, you see
If you still can’t slice the loaf, you’re certain to see uncertainty principles, justice.
Lights are on but the black lights appear in ultraviolet radiation retrograde pins
Digital and analog to record what you cannot repeat once you’ve gone caput
A genius invention to make it easy on the newcomers to the party, my cousins
They are all related to the 1st man & 1st woman who snuck coitus in dark sins.
Fun, pleasure to come into an orgiastic crypt that holds tight to decayed screws
Why you know now what you never knew before you hatched, it’s all well done
No answer that satisfies that inquiry but that’s the point, answer’s ones & twos
Question fatal sounds of Fury felt by a naked ape child, Blues’ synchronistic Son.
by
r j j stphan, i
c. 1-10-2023 Anno Domini @ 666 PMPST
{ Drafted lookin’ at all the lonely people inside heads, listenin’ to @Jonny_Lang LIVE at the #BigEasy link @ https://youtu.be/7ibJn_7fQzQ & @Springsteen LIVE MAY 22 & MAY 28 1993, LOST TV SPECIAL LINK @ https://youtu.be/w8Tqeczism0 et al ad infinitum }
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