#StinkStankStunk #CatsInHats

HAVE THE LAST DAY OF YOUR LIFE, DROPPIN’ ONTO RIVERROCKS

Christ’s sake or in the name of the father, the son & the holy ghost in here

Not you or anyone else, just me and that’s just fine, it’s all academic ala fear

Gods put the kibosh on the psycho, quick analysis and the resulting burnt hair

Puzzled at the smell of DNA burning into smoke wafting above & below a scare.

Fire to burn the paper down to the dirty, muddy, bloody and near beer, liberty

Free at last and at first, before you got conceived & after you died, third eye sees

What the astigmatic or farsighted cannot fathom, that there’s a far side hilarity

Monkeys drunk on the madness of fear and loathing, call it a day, man, $20 fees.

Matter doesn’t matter without a form, shaped from ground to the head of mane

Lions, rhinos, snakes, flies, beetles and mosquitos make the world’s hall of fame

More or less forgotten yet preserved in a backdrop of the whole shebang tsunami

Recollected the thing retrieved is nothing more nor less than a chimera of the Me.

I am all there is until I am not what I am any longer, last gasp of gas in a plastic bag

Wrapped around the neck to strangle the reality of the morons spawned by a hag

Useless or useful tool in the box, hammered, screwed, twisted & cut into two slices

One for you & one for me, as it always should be from day one, get the high prices.

Horror and ecstasy at one, it’s the name of the game where there’s no shame

To be is to live with glee because you’re so lucky to be, one false move, it came

Undercovers or just quickies in a back seat, babies came & went like the drones

This is it, all you are and all you’ll ever be was a scream, a groan and life grown.

Survived the love of the AM radio romance of my dad’s Chevy back seat, no Caddy

Nothing to shift, all automatic without a clutch, beautiful lullaby for a crazy daddy

Mama you can’t get away without downshifting into overdrive, you addicted to me

Nothing is our fault, it’s the action of rolling tides of Time, passin’ in to pass away.

Party is over for the many but the One has the gala affair that never ends, he’s asleep

In a ball of confusion or empty promises of paying you back for the courtesy of sheep

Giving shirts off of their backs, shaved just to grow more for the frozen blankets’ nap

Gave it your best shot, wasn’t on the money, lost the bet but ya didn’t get a bitch slap.

Need to take that second to the last chance at keepin’ awake during the dream escape

Slept until I got woke by the hell’s bells that wouldn’t stop ringin’ in my ears, videotape

Tied up with hands behi23nd my back, not footloose like in the past, stuck up in the riddle

Found what I lost, lost it again just in Time to go Spaced , lies were true, Truth’s a diddle.

Light bright to see what’s been going on & what’ll likely be out of your hand puppet thing

Frozen fingers even in the pit of hell or the high water of the sea’s farce, too human, king

Freedom defined is the will to power realized, regardless of the ethics or morality of gods

Treasure humanity, command to obey, just because Suzy-Q causes effects, sexy hot rods.

Eagles eyes depend on the 20/20 vision to observe movement of flies & gnats or squirrels

Bonded in bondage of hunger for the living that you kill and burn before chewing on curls

On this island off the mainland, it’s a hot volcano and it’s all ready to blow a smoke stack

Nobody controls the time it happens, the Earth’s core caught in the subatomic super rock.

Pants on the ground with the blouses and braziers of the young and restless, kids of dads

In the middle of everything that fuses or splits, hearts and molecular configurations’ fads

Honor and gore came without a warning, needed a hero, I was able, I did what I had to do

All of the women wondered how the story could play out on the stage, no stooge, not you.

A deep fake for you and yours from the bottom of my hardened heart, screwed putsch

Was going to be a revolting situation and turned out to be a welcome mat for the Butch

It’s what happens just before extinction, a lack of reproduction due to a DNA gene err

Magic spell or an accident of random collision, either way, you’re here & now in the air.

Without it you & I are dead as the cemetery crowd spread underground in an Inn’s U-turn

As if above or below the ground when your bones are grounded and dead as a tomb’s sun

None in the day or the night, not for the crew that’s gone far away from the fray, holy son

My dream ends in the smoke of the fire, quivered & shivered that last breath, I puffed huff.

Magic in a little crucible of fire and ice, made the creator of the universe inside of the vortex

I made all of the things you can perceive with your senses, deaf, dumb and hog-tied blind

Armor impenetrable to the warriors who all died trying to kill me, kill mine, kill us all, a vex

For me to be discombobulated by, just my aunt B’s magic spell, now life’s all my own Hex.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 2-ten MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ Drafted while #Woke as Wilma Flintstone in #Bedrock while jammin’ 2 @Nickelback screamin’ @  https://youtu.be/IwBGsFNDXNY }

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