#SkipARope

T R I N I T Y

STONED ON YOUR LOVE ALL THE TIME

How can you brand me with the burn marks of light when five will also get you ten
It’s alright where you belong, exactly where you don’t want to be, 20 years of blue
Locked up inside a cell with no way to escape other than death, poisons or beaten
Pins and needles to stick into the things that need to be sewn, without a machine.

All the best & worst of it al know this, it could be worse than it is or has ever been
If you live long enough over conception through miscarriage or abortion’s function
Unholy daughters & sons with agendas worth pursuing, whether in conflict or not
Looking for the ultimate grade-stud, straight A’s right to the moon, Ralph & Alice.

Gone across the backstreets and the diagonal avenues & boulevards of Windy City
They molded my judgement of this plane of existence upon which we live and die
Facts or illusions until further notice, hot fun in the city & sweet honey in the sea
Creeps a comin’ in throughout the crypt of lame boners who couldn’t get a squirt.

Celebrate a fact that you won’t awaken some day down the road, gotta be woke
As if your life depended on it, the air must be this Earth air, here & now, no choke
Ignorance ain’t our fault, random roll of the die on 2 dimensional nickels & dimes
Profits & losses yield the wildest empty shirts a creator ever imagined, stop signs.

It may be crazy or not but if I sound like I am, I probably am but the Words ain’t
Subjects predicating objects, abstract mode, gesticulating elusive understanding
Previous perfection of skin, bones, organs, mind consciousness, heads’ shoulders
In the casket, in the urn or lost anywhere in Space, rocks rollin’ into lava boulders.

Since day one all the way up to and including the beginning of the end’s vice versa
Obtuse and oblong for the whole shebang, microdot of termination’s polka salsa
You go your way & I’ll go your way too, there is no other way to go for the gusto
Only the paint makes a difference, colors other than black & whitey know to go.

Perform on the stage of fallen angels with their flappin’ wings that can’t fly a guy
Here and now from the origin, I am the final function of the schemes I’ve dreamed
Already gone in a flash, like my fires and policing did any good, it’s extinction, Man
All of it, atom to eternal function of the Void, it is what it is, it’s all made in Japan.

 
Fix of the problem is the final solution to everything surrounding every live star
Flying as high as One could while still able to breathe in & breathe out from afar
Neither in heaven nor in any netherworld, above or below will He ever recollect
Truth, as it were, as it’s always been before & after today, to disrespect God sect.

An imaginary divinity which seven continents of humanity smuggled out the Void
Fumbled upon each goal line so that nobody’s team scores a point, dead android
Yes, maybe no but probably highly probably certain that the Left is not the Right
Good is not Evil once you’re beyond the revolution of this star we call Sun, Light.

“Hey man,” there’s a song that begins just like that & I know it’s sung by the asses
It’ll go into one ear & come out of the other, in Egypt or Paraguay or El Paso Texas
Complete, utter ignorance of Wisdom gleaned by the dead men we revere so high
I could be wrong, it could be worse, Almighty Evil’s so bad that humans wanna die.

Why else would Men have the W.O.M.D.? No other reason for soul’s annihilation
Before your own mother & father met in the link of love, you were where you’ll be
Down yonder, over here or there, all of it’s the same imaginary plane’s conditional
Argument beginning with ‘If’ & ‘But’ as if it means anything, it means God IS silly.

Yet, here we are, we’re all alive & we’re all gonna die & try not to be disrespected
By the minions & the family left over once the last gasp is released, Living’s Dead
Proud of y’all, there’s One future you’re movin’ into the way gone way, Astra glide
Seeing it all, from day before we got here, here & now, hope you enjoyed the ride.

I loathe the fear that I had to annihilate but that’s the way it goes, kill the scat too
Recollection of some random memory between star-stuff ain’t gonna get me over
Whole wide world, royal blue sea from here and now to Hawaii’s volcanoes cover
One god or many more, commandments on stone age rock and roll that’s so blue.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, IX-XXII, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST