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GAWKING AT YOU IN PARADISE, YOU BLEW ME AWAY

Pretty as a picture in a rectangular frame, painted or photographed in 2D

Form of eagle/wolf DNA in a shape only a goddess could #con, perfect me

On board the train or the plane or the ship, hey I don’t give a hoot, play ball

For the duration of the parade of fools movin’ like shadows on a back wall.

Joined at the hip in an intersection’s dead end where it hits on perfect timing

Barter and trade the whole shebang for success at the finale, park your sins

Known it for all too long, no reason to let on about recollection in Sing-Sing

Prisoner for life to trade for the one taken in haste, wrong guy paid in skins.

Pouring liquid gas from a fruit picture, like Kool-Aid smilin’ on a shady pitcher

Bored apes walking & talking the smack they can’t back up, no mighty power

Forts to protect the men and the horses from the bad guys’ arrows & spears

Callin’ for your mama won’t help one twit, it’s low down but man, God hears!

Liberated the slaves’ minds from indentured servitude, bodies had red blood

It was dark everywhere without the light, all skin was clearly a sack screwed

Why genetics selected to evolve the brown, yellow, black & blue, it’s so rude

We wouldn’t do that to one person much less the entire creation of the hood.

Stolen valor right in front of your eyes, no hero ever takes credit for done deeds

Only dodgers who ran away from a mean, green machine’s grey matter synapses

Escape without getting a dot upon their ‘i’s’ just like downtown, it leads, it bleeds

Mindful of the reasoning in perception, perspective forever in momentary lapses.

Boring as apes in a loopy sequence of repetition, none know why it’s goin’ on

What it is exactly with the birth and death of living things, rooted or animated

Gold and silver for the poor & downtrodden, bills & strife for the well-off brood

Dummies as Mannequins speakin’ as all humans do, out the side of a pie hole.

Voodoo in the rules that were written in the stars by the token god savior son

Why it had to be the daughter of God yet it wasn’t, just my dad’s kid, my sister

Life living double time exceed the allotted ticks on the back of ol’ big brother

Modern or old fashioned, it’s all out of sight and out of my mind, I’m on the run.

Cool cleft in the chin, nice roman nose on the prima face, it’s full of the power

Of cell activity, multiplying the One in an infinite Space without an end of Her

Music playin’ the strings inside the cranium, fully loaded melodies & lyrics

Natural to press, push, pull or yank on the strings attached to nobody’s Dix.

I think that I thought you were thinking the same thing, that you love me too

As the first & last time the wise & the silly hooked up to cause another at one

A hybrid of RNA leftovers from the Bigger Bang of gravity’s collapse, I’m you

You’re me for a flash, then you’re not me forever, it’s all purple, black & blue.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Janvier XXXIst, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted ala @MarioLanza https://youtu.be/rRhmogBs-gU & @Pavrotti style https://youtu.be/Q8k3R8kgEUc }

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