I KNEW THE HONKYS & PLAYED WITH THE MONKEES

FEAR AND TREMBLE UNTIL YOU DIE FROM BEING ALIVE

Briefly, gold's old as a supernova's dream of low blood pressure at the ocean sands

Brown skinned as the treasures of my memories in the photosynthetic backhands

Moves of the fours & twos, galloping, sprinting for the finish line’s invisible tease

Radical roadies takin’ care of the foolish follies of the bards and jugglers of seas.

Pining over Nothing or whatever came from it and went back to it, recycled ICE

Bones leftover, rotten beat of the meat turned to the wasted sheet, down dice

Over and over, ad infinitum from the fly on the wall to the underground’s elite

Ones of the many who found diamonds in the rough sand, dukes ready to fight.

Creed of believing blindly what you’ve heard, as you’re told, it’s too late for Us

In the middle of the stage play, a shaky spear of a night’s mare on a magic bus

Peculiar as the sights and sounds of the whole shebang to the deaf & dumb

Dumber than a rock which is stoned pebbles in utero, queens & kings come.

In and out of the things themselves, essence essentially of the whole shebang

Freedom inside your cranking grey matter but only indentured servitude dung

Perfection from the zero, absolute empty vacuum of atomic charms, I am here

As above and so it is below the justice of humanity, the ham sandwich & beer.

Professor Kikongo’s told me way back in 1978 or was it ’80, it is all the above

Penthouse or underground getaway from the sheriff’s outlaws, no peace dove

Here, now or ever from this point to the final destination, as a crow flies home

Even seagulls know four Winds’ block stardust, I can’t get clawed feet to roam.

Smarter than my encyclopedic recollection of the bits and pieces of data bytes

Silence is your key to knowing I’m right, I’m never wrong about superman feats

Your thirst and hunger for Life is the key to the immanence of the gods descent

Underneath Our coverups and beds’ spreads, naked Truth, 208 bones, My scent.

Time and Space here and now, ready or not, preachin’ to the children’s choir

Boys and girls all innocent and taught to fail and stumble without getting’ up

Learned to grab what’s in dead’s garbage can inside of McDonald’s wrappers

Humming and filling the air above with the foundation of dreads and rappers.

Sulfur and the ham’s burgers of Justice and Truth, professorial bad batteries

Unfortunately, I know nothing about Air Force’s of inertia, gravity’s collapse

Or I’d warn the minions to run until they find the darkness in the seven seas

They have the Hydrogen & Oxygen, Nitrogen and Carbon flow’s deep freeze.

Junk yards full of junkies, people who covet failed brain and mind functioning

Nobody knows anything, knowledge isn’t even possible, naught conjecturing

Killed the living, ate it to stay alive, felt the pain & distant kin’s hot licks’ tune

Tiger & lion movies gave away subplot’s climaxes, God bless the ph’qqn' goons!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 2-19-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

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