#RobinzHood

INSIDE THE INNER SANCTUM’S HALL OF FAME, FORTUNE & FINESSE

Pinups and shutdowns in the shadow that’s always been here and there, I mean It Is everywhere

On or off of the mark, the bull’s eye still is the aim of the marksman, because you can, you can

Served your country from ’71 to the 22’s, hey man, don’t blame me for the dyin’ breed of Sonny

Hesitating the escalation of the battles of selfish and hateful brutes of aunts’ and uncles’ honey.

Gods or a God or no God, just a random happenstance of chaos’ atomic fission and fusion Zen

Meditate eyes closed, ears hearing the sound of silence, feeling, tasting, smelling a vape pen

Mark your place, I’ll save it for you, go ahead and take a rest with the herd, it’s all in the blood

Inside the brain’s mind of conscious perception & ability to recollect and retrieve, it’s all good.

This act of labor & love coinciding with the jive grooves of the needles that were rollin’ in the hay

Suddenly the genius’ of the group of I Don’t Know What To Do’s & y’all are all y’all are, a fish filet

Man’s muffins hot out the oven with that cup of tepid café con leche spillin’ all over your white pills

In time for the great schooner trip upon the ocean of only God knows what, top of the volcanic hills.

Nothing got the hold on you like your need to breathe in and out of your lungs, windpipe & mouth

Packing it all in for the rest of eternity, poked until the missed veins got purple-blue, vampired out

Time’s comin’ for kings and queens off Broadway into the infinite roots off of Hollywood and Vine

I’m high as your mighty mind and body on five dry martinis or six shots of Two Fingers’ fine line.

Time came for the end of lives living in the Present to make room for all future preconceived one

Need the fresh water & the big fish, all species of animals to run free in herds with fences & guns

Bone as good as a stone, it always was since the first evolved One without an equal, two came in

For the holy roller reason’s perfection, logic deters denial of delusion, your dream all I don’t know.

We shall, you will too, you’ll wake up in your elderly, old man’s head nodding upon your poem’s raps

Honky feeling heat & freezing stone cold for the last time, dying on or near the tracks until the G-taps

I can hear it comin’ ‘cause my ear’s down on the railroad track, it’s hummin’ louder, it’s Zen’s the way

Burned memories on the other side of the bridge, I’m the memory nobody can recall, vanished today.

Wherever you’ve been before today hasn’t revealed treason for being alive here or anywhere else

If you can’t find any reason for being alive, then it means that your life, that life is a waste of Hell’s

Fools with the pride in a ghostly and empty dream within a dream, it’s Poe and it’s all in the flow

Possible to be or never to have been at all, an aborted conception of the whim of the mother’s kid.

Escaped from the bowels of the inner sanctum where no men go for free with a no return deposit

Elementary DNA is the framework for the man appearing to every human at childbirth, fudge a bit

Mother ate the grain father left to keep his family #AI, intelligent or not, that’s all there is left, Blues

Dating your own kind and the other kind that ain’t anything but an alien who got right next to yours.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February XXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 777 PMPST