How Far Is Heaven Again?

DROP THE PEDAL TO THE METAL

Don’t even try to leave the deal without me in the middle of the freeway in your cherry red Chevrolet
Grieving good demigods who come and go in and out of here, the terrestrial function of oxidation’s bet
That humanity is merely a set in the domain, a function of the movement from Nothing to all the monies
It’s all about the mothers & daughters who looked at their choices & chose the One as sweet as honeys.

Hay ain’t only for horses like my mama used to say when I said hey hey, hey mama, you got to get down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down and it’s no joke, fun don’t make you frown
Light from the sun, the flaming star that’s 93 million miles away from here I know it’s far, far away man
But it’s the way it is, the nearest to Milky Way is Andromeda and man, it’s spread out beyond sandmen.

Fear no darkness in any light blockage, it’s a temporary condition of infinite fools who fake bein’ bums
It’s an empty vacuum of knowledge without power for all who are fools drinkin’ whiskey & shotguns
Party of two or more means nothing at all to the One, indivisible & undivided by artificial cherry bombs
No jungle or city can contain the elements of their own nature, the void of everything I cannot avoid.

Race on the track, the strip or wherever the braggadocio occurs in the gang of twelve or less, a put-on
For the ones who become indoctrinated, part of the ticket is forgetting the boss is the six gun too legit
Or some modification of the caliber from .22 to .44, 30:06 to 270, all american & a little bit of every scat
Bite into the bitter tastes and leave all the good tastes behind your pitted teeth cavities, where they at?

Above and below the cavities of your mother and father, their grandparents came way long ago, 1800’s
Nineteenth century called the gold of my time, the Rush of the Forty Niners, oh back down the river buzz
Skippin’ some stones atop the surface of the Americano river, south fork goin’ down to or up here or not
What a Big Bang leftover on this speck of dust even God can’t see from a stealth throne unknown, robot.

I ain’t confused but you may be forever in a tailspin without any hope of pullin’ out for the safe landing
It ain’t anybody’s fault, it’s the luck of the draw, confidence in the con games that use the hype to sing
About a beauty & a beast meeting in the middle for a truce that nobody can afford, it’s all on cellphones
Crushed it 24/7, ruled it all, back in the day I threw a fit & the world freaked, feared stones & my bones.

Dominated the domination of the nation, nobody stepped in but bullies who fell over in a blown wind
Hurried yet on the target’s bullseyes as the GOATS always are when they wing it like they’re all listenin’
It’s all the Good, Evil and the Ugly ones who came from love and hate in a holy, dark womb of cavemen
Without which existence as Cro-Magnon/Australopithecine comin’ out of the dark, ain’t beyond them.

 
Celebrate life, be happy since it’s the highest good to be found here and now, you have my word
With that & a dime, you can order a mug of java from the greasy spoon at the truck stop’s herd
18 wheelers with cabovers and conventional tractors, flatbeds, trailers, refrigerator cooled food
For the minions who sit around, shoot the breeze, put words & matter together in the evil Good.

Deep end at the final gasp, no recollection of what you did or what you’re gonna do, all irretrievable
Repeat the same thing your ancestors did, they’re all dead now, why do you think it’s different now
In the sweet by & by, now it’s all gone, out of sight even for the 20/20 hindsight, bible burns True lies
Up in smoke, down with being buried deep down six feet under me, God’s headstone, a lord of flies!

by

r j j  stephan, i

Thanksgiving Blovember XXIII, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1222 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @JohnCouger #PinkHouses on youTube link  @ https://youtu.be/qOfkpu6749w?si=so--d7S3GIbfXD5_ }

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