TITLES OF THIS TITLE ARE NOT TITLEISTS #CiscoKid & #Poncho #MrBean #Popeye @Xteena @ZZTop

Are you scattin’?

I’m just trippin’ a roll, on target for the bull’s eye, freakin’ yo-yo comeback to me, darlin’ baby
For me & for you this here & that there makin’ straight, invisible lines between the lit-up dots
Sweeter than dry dreams you got woke from, happiness is everywhere in sight, never give it up
Never, ever even say the words, truth is that you can’t handle the Truth, it’s a songbird, a pup.

For the sake of the wife, the kids, the husband, mother, father, sisters, brothers, all friends of mine
For Poncho & Cisco, I traveled below the Rio Grande with a backpack of salty peanuts tin-can & pine
Outlaws are what we were, now or never we’d escape all bullets blasting, swam across God’s dams
Trivial pursuit of the dream within a dream, mothers didn’t have birth control, Catholics, so here I am.

Pouring the craze of going to a brand new world, no better than the last, poured from relief pitcher
Young or old gypsy man, my father told me I was, he was a sailor like Popeye, an Albert the greater
I flew the coup fully armed and out of mankind’s control, on the way to the end of the systemic races
Underneath skin, deep within the DNA of bones’ cells’ mitochondria & disembodied consciousness.

Boredom coming, like it or not, in the urn or the casket you & I, no fools’ for the city or old country
Bottom line when the bottoms are up, the species survives, closed down libido, extinction’s The High
Out on the corner, in the gangways between the brick piles of empty & vacuumed dust bins of Soul
Either rubber or an invisible conglomerate of ancestral jizz & folk jazz, got a beat’s rhythm of shoals.

Stones piled as if that’s the way it’s always been but there’s still the truth about your mama, oh man
Sad but true, you nearly forgot where you were before your mother conceived you in love or in sin
Either way, you got here & you’re safe & sound form the boogie man but not Old Man Time’s clock
It’s no dream come true, it’s conceptual analysis of realty in reality, not a place in Space to tick-tock.

Brothers did what they did under the skin of the bald men with glasses and mommy issues of dads
Generating the species you see and hear in front of your eyes & in the historical records of the fads
From naked apes, ashamed of their skin & 208 bones walking upright and running from ape history
Wars full of battles between neglected progeny & idiot elders, Foo-fighter food for the next century.

Critic?  Iam, analytical in anal territory, sure to leave no stone unturned, gotta get more rocks
Rollin’ to be perfectly in synch with zero gravity & centrifugal force of imaginary, atomic socks
Pumped up near bursting point, full,  unexploded gas which is ready to blow to kingdoms to come
Some girls can’t go, like yo' sister & yo' mama, wife & girlfriend but some girls, y’all go git some.

Of your own matter and energy inherited from your own heritage of survival as the most fit
Any time long ago or recently, you inherited the ability to conclude & move on with life’s chit
Could be the good, bad or the ugly, it’s all beautiful in it’s own way, if I’m alive, that’s all folks
On a line there’s no point or any angle of One or Two when you need Three to suck a triangle.

To surround empty space with four lines of imaginary scratches on the matrix, be a high square
Beyond home & far, far away from anything similar to causes & effects of terrestrial haiku hair
Fussing about Nature & Being, alive as a human being ain’t worth Time, to be or not to be high
No mercy on you, me or anyone alive, nobody gets the break, Godam Adam killed Yogi the bear.

I grinned & bearded it when I learned the news, no more shaving for a half century, I had to see
I shaved the fur from my noggin, baled all hair from my whole head, old man appeared shocked
Now then, from here on out, what is Past is forgotten except lessons learned, all on the up & up
Following the long line of come & gone is an awkward, infinite & invisible vector or immortal tea.

I drank some, read the leaves on the bottom of the cup, they said nothing more than an #UP Word
Up! That was all, just ‘Up!’, idea has become it’s infant, empty skies above, flipped with God’s bird
Horns severed down to the skull and bone of the brain & mindful content, now it’s all this smooth
Silk as slick as ice or a hot lick or two off of the top & a hot lathered, close shave & dry vermouth.

No slaves of Cleopatra here and now, she is on her own, aliens of the Past & Future’s killin’ ya bro
Only in effigy though, since the soul’s animated smoke-body is not only invisible but immortal, yo
Nothing more or less than the Truth suffices to relinquish the fear & loathing of parents & prison
Bring In the masses of idiots raised by morons and imbeciles, let them cross the DNA, extinction!

Interruption of the corruption which causes the dissolution of the planet Earth’s inner core, Lava
No blood, sweat or tears will survive the catastrophic cataclysm comin’ your way after you die, Ma
I can’t protect you after you’re all gone, out of this world you brought me to without sheer doubt
To be or not to be isn’t the question, it’s a conundrum for the idiot savants, as I twist the gods shout.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May XII, MMXXIII Anno Domini @Five OPMPST
#ChainMigrationVoided
{ Drafted jammin’ to Freedom Fighters & Merkaba – Moonlight Purpose Trippin’ link @ https://youtu.be/4a89rc-AulU }

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