#RedRubberBalls

ON BEACHES, ORT CLOUDS & ARCHANGELS

Hotter than it’s ever been in heaven or on Earth, there’s space between your ears, your mind
It’s always there before you were conceived & after you’re dust for the cosmic soup’s 3rd kind
Close encounters have led to the actual tete a tete between strangers from all other mothers
Only a minute, a year or a few decades aren’t enough, need & want more, all skunk brothers.

It’s a smell, sweet yet different depending on the terps, it’s at the apothecary’s crib, you know
Or you will never know if you don’t find out from someone who already knows the knowledge
Guess, approximate the range of the whole Truth & it’s opposite Lie to hide the facts of life’s glow
We’re all alive because the sun shines, burns the gas we inhale and exhale, all DNA on the edge.

Loss and win the games being played by the wild and the innocent, on the block at the corner
Bread and butter made with the labor of my bones, leaking my blood, sweat & tears all for her
Mother Nature, my mother in heaven when she was on Earth told me something to keep close
Word, sound, sight of a cipher scratched in the mind as a vowel or consonant sound of music.

A big, bad argument that ends in a solid ending, a finale without an encore, stage right I am now
No bowing and thanking the watchers who laughed, cried or groaned with a broad moan to blow
Out of the volcano’s smokin’ hole, a burst of the Earth’s inner core letting loose of the power fly
From ground zero to the peak of the performance at the bottom of the stratosphere, it is still ‘I’.

As if I’m already dead & gone, this argument for the existence of Nothing is all I’ll leave behind
As a flying bird or a crawling worm recycle the dirty tricks played by our natural mother’s line
To be good boys and girls, regardless of the end of the life of the world, act as if you’re ethical
Do the right thing, be good, love your mother & father, try to be kind, sometimes function mal.

There & then the day after you & I die, this may not be recalled but that recollection remains
Locked tight into the memory just below the threshold that needs a stimulant to kill the pains
Laughing, smiling when you can’t, inside if it’s inappropriate being extrovertly expressive in air
It gets sucked in and blown out because it cannot remain inside, above or below my long hair.

Art of the deal isn’t there to attract the losers who can’t ever make a decent deal with foes
‘Enemy’ is just a word but the thing is a reference to who must lose to your battling blows
It’s just the way it’s got to be, a cause and effect without a first Cause or a final encore at all

Fine as a thin line, disappears in the distance & it all reduces to the gods to a red rubber ball.
 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, September 18th, 2023 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
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