BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, WISDOM, POWER, IGNORANCE, I'M TOO HUMAN, EVEN HEAVEN KNOWS #SHAT #KORN #NICKELBACK #NUGENT #MavisStaples #Respect

TRIPPIN’ BIG TIME, WORD UP

Look deep into my eyes for now, neither your crew nor my one & only mark the spots

To be here, there or anywhere in the middle of your hodge podge menudo strung out

On bags of glue to sniff, dust of flowers & their plants, fermented or from Barney’s still

Hold up your hands above your head as if you think there’s power above you, Big Chill.

Space between us and the next thing itself is infinite and non-existent to the mind’s eyes

Inside of your head, deep in your bone marrow’s DNA/RNA complex, there’s an ape within

You don’t know it & can’t sense it, no insight about it, no way to be or not to be over here

Of the authority of vermin and human, eaters of the planet’s mud, drinkers of blood & beer.

Forgot about it, once or twice recollected the memory of what happened prebirth, a shot

Inside of the vacuum of a dark, wet prison cell, safe from the world of lines and a polka dot

Trigonometric triangles of inequality, being either more or less but never as it was, as a One

Series of alpha-numeric scribble on cave walls or parchment scroll, wasted internet sub-fun.

I got you and the rest of the whole shebang under my skin, it’s this small capsule of grit

Left over from my ancestral heritage, all random collisions of love & force of orgasmic chit

Bang for the buck understood as the value of your gold being equal to what you get back

Income accounts payable, you get out free, nobody gets out of life alive, not even a hack.

Computers or nothing but a pencil & paper to figure out problems everywhere you look

Taken away by the angels that nobody ever sees comin’ or goin’, it’s a mythological crook

Trying to steal your freedom to walk upon the compound dust thrust from the sunny star

Mi amigas, Tequila Margaritas in Shambala, headed there all along, now it’s way too far.

Gypsies workin’ miracles with magic potions and prophetic guesses about the obvious art

Of War & Peace upon stardust mysteries underfoot, can’t get up and over it, from the start

Jump, excited my atomic substance into nowhere I can ever return to, gotta go without soul

Nobody lives without a soul, you die like your kinfolk & descended scrotum seed, egg’s foal.

Powerful & powerless, songs sung and can’t be comprehended by the language of Tongue

Plugs spark to burn the chaffe unconsumable soul, holy God’s forsaken dream of the Dung

Buns to cove the raw meat, burnt meat or soy bean feet to avoid the starvation bell ring

To be hungry, so human, y’all gotta be stillborn-starlight, annihilation all by Itself, Nothing.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 3-18-1971 (I know it’s 2023!)

This, One Day I got lost on the road to Shambala!

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