NEITHER PICKIN' NOR GRINNIN’, NATURALLY
As if it could be if y’all would allow it to be or not, alive or misconceived within us
I'm Woke inside of something, being commanded to go sink inside my sloe-gin fizz
As above, so below Hollywood, California to Memphis, Tennessee, a cornucopia It is.
Licking the hair, bare skin, organic rocks, petrified, heartless souls until gods sigh
First perception and the last gasp see the channel ahead, no will to roll back & die
Angelic justice merely the disobedient devils who can’t use rational thought’s logic
Above it is the same as it is below, identical matter-energy concoction of Zeus’ lick.
Pricking the ears, overwhelming the atoms of the frozen ice, heating friction splits
Everything you believed was the Truth, true propositions and valid, spasmodic fits
Ultraviolet AC/DC infrared STYX combine & produce a meeting of flared-up plasma
As if God the divine source of the starlight arrived in the form of Mankind, it is GA!
Soul stripper got near to my spine before I knew I was even hollow & naked, I do
Married before & after the sign on the papyrus, the right thing yo’ Daddy said too
Got no time to explain the actual history, suffice it to say, #Shotgun or you’re done
There’s a Will & a Way, though the fork in the road ahead’s a conundrum, faux fun.
Brave or hero less heroine feeds the war machine, fighting for kings of my queens
What’re you looking at? I’ll kick your ass for giving me the stink eye, such a Betty
Career criminals being born to good & evil women and men, all too human scenes
Among Circular Jerks on every continent on Earth, there exists One with a gift tee.
Eighteen or thirty-six holes to shoot for par or beneath the estimated projection
Responsible for nothing at all due to the facts of life admitting we’re automaton
Fictional prose and the rhythm of the rhymes developing the fish in the deep sea
High tides & evaporation of recombinant gas pressure to repeat mitosis’ infinity.
Hindsight without recollection is the definition of being dead & gone, it’s all over
Extinction is, like it or not, immanent & the dreamer’s Life is woke, another mother
Fornication’s whole epic saga in the end is relative, a ghost divinity Cause & Effects
God to subatomic nuclear matter, Big Papa or teeny Tiny Acid, trippin’ on hot sex.
Mortal morons & idiots in charge of irrational ignorance, dream of foreign wisdom
Who you are related to from hundreds of years of sex, ah man, that’s shots of rum
Cold as frozen ice you know & I know hot blood slows down the hearts pumping cup
jellied jello, neither liquid nor solid forms of hydro-oxy, all I am, god’s a phuq up.
This IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE, IT’S NOT THAT AT ALL, IT’S CERTAIN
Substance of god’s dams & blessings caused by the divine imagination; evil’s insane
Extinction inevitable due to the nature of one beast, naturally evolved mortal sins
Bars, dots, lines & angles of intersection create triangular pyramids & cubes’ pins.
Alright at night but not in the daylight, got them knocked out of me at five, ten four
Brutality to the innocent living on wood street & Chicago avenue, time out stay, jive
Bring the power of redirection into the center of conscious awareness, we’ll survive
One moment, play finale is a rhapsody in blue, sunburnt, hot wax, it is done, all over!
Highly unlimited up to the submerged figment of imaginary soundS of silence
Gold or silver, lead or tin, five will get you ten, defiance, authoritarian fence
Supermen among child bearing function, skull key to big sur, extinction’s foe
SCARED OF YOU, NE'ER MORE MY SUPER EGO'S ID, FREUD OR POE.
No shovel or panhead below my handlebars & fuel tank of high-octane petrol
Fear and the loathing accompany me on the trip between conception & a weevil
Monkeys aping the identity of the creator, a primate without a second God son
Fear, hiding in the shadow, bravery coming into the light, my kin is the god sin.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. lundi, July xxivth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0900 AMPST
c. lundi, July xxivth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0900 AMPST
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