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WE WEREN’T IN LOVE, JUST TRIPPIN’ IN DARK, THATCHER WOODS, BACK SEAT FUN

Hummin’ a song or two from ‘66 or ‘69, whatever blasted out my transistor radio on Oak Street beach
Seriously fooling everyone, all the time, nobody is exempt from the mistreatment of my two afoot feet
Of course, there’s reasons for being alive, yo’ mama done told me so, yo’ daddy ain’t home, bla, bla, bla
Innocent of being not guilty for the transgressions of mankind which came before me, I carry no Karma.

Stay with me now, on this middle fork in the road where bad men fear to go, as I step, you step in too
When there’s no place in Space left to explore for the Singularity of the Void, that is this black hole here
Inflection of these reflections emphasizes the vacation of anything divine above or below boy, white hair
Mind games with bogus rules, without boundaries & still standing on the shaky ground beneath dead air.

No friends, no enemies, no neighbors to do unto or covet their lives of strife or leisure, I became a monk
For one moment, I entered the empty cave with a procession of my imaginary projection of jive-ass funk
I will survive, we shall survive everything except the last breath, final heartbeat of the soul’s rocky blues
Hatched as reproduced, what’s here & now was nowhere in sight before an egg conjob of me and yous.

Who but you reads this & deduces the comedy and the tragedy are the sight for sore, blind, stink eyes
Pyramids and cuboids full of matter and energy both within and without the thing itself’s exposed lies
We have no elves & no dwarves or maiden virgin without kinfolk to protect her innocent Catholic guilt
We’ve all failed to communicate an argument about the facts of life, baby monkeys drink riverbed silt.

Dope, just one of the seven dwarves who have nothing but Time on their three-fingered slow hands
Party in the middle of the fray, as above, so it is below the rain in Spain and thunder way down under
Threats to the hive & the cave or the fort must be thwarted without all delays, never rollin’ in a hearse
Deserved by anything & all agents of the opposite of LIVE, that’s not LIFE, that’s EVIL word in reverse.

Success is not only not instant it may be impossible if the journey is never even begun, idling in neutral
Intelligence of the birds and coyotes collected for no reason at all but a senseless Big Bang’s dirty corral
Blame and responsibility merge, Nothing is nobody’s fault & Nothing is the First Cause of every, tiny byte
I kid you not, on the other hand, another side interacts with this side and wisdom becomes It, the Shyt!

Dialogue devolving into a lonesome monologue, unheard by the dead & the unconceived, conscious Id
Periods & sets, innings, quarters and halves, a timing of the game to pass Reality into it’s future, the Kid
Let me tell you or maybe you can tell me what the significance of blinking & breathing in & outrageous
Gas is what they seem to be, it’s in all of us, First Cause of our culture’s civilization, beyond the savages.

Blinded by the head light comin’ out of the darkness’ hole at birth, prebirth caused the afterbirth
For no reason other than the fake fact that there’s no other choice, you will be dead & forgotten
Laugh or cryin’ out loud matters to nobody before your birth, after your death, we’re long gone
Harder to know what any mind thinks when it’s not yours, not your thoughts or ideas, got none.

Quirk happens even with the quarks nobody can postulate without abstract thoughts of Nigh
Hillbillies made the thing move, needed them for the armies and navies to fight the good fight
Whether you liked it or not, this was never supposed to happen, you weren’t supposed to know
That you’re just a formal phony with an informal invitation to become One with the sacred cow.

You will or you won’t, those are the only two choices, you’ve got to make up your mind for real
One way out is unconsciousness’ death, other than that, one other choice is yours, do it with zeal
Common woman, immortality’s whiff of my body odor, the senseless suckers of unknown felicity
Successful humanity will become extinct as it’s DNA program will not allow perpetual immortality

Rapture allowing perpetual bliss to overwhelm the consciousness of babies & 100 centenarians
Walking, talking, adapting and ceasing to be here, now or anywhere else in the twilight zones
Physics and Calculus leftover by the UFO phenomenon nobody can comprehend, two humans
That’s all it took the first and the last time of committing the original sin hookin’ cell phones.

Boys and girls that sat there in the rooms with desks to listen to the pablum divulged by the Bigs
People all appear to be giants when you’re only six or seven years old and two feet tall ricket legs
Furs to protect naked skin in the hot & cold air of an earthbound Void, Terra Ferma flight of MIGS
In my sight, zeroed in on the merging force of my intent & the reality imploding gas in cows’ asses.

Hell has no highway even if you wish it had one, since you need to get there as soon as possible
No way to add to the subtraction, dividing while conquering perpetual multiplication’s rung bell
I smile even if it ain’t funny, it releases hormones of happiness inside the genome, farmer’s dell
Had you here with me for a minute then you were gone a second later, now I’m bustin’ a bubble.

Money and honey flowin’ into the emptiness of our house, four walls an a roof to hold the sound
Loud blaring bass and treble makin’ me neighborhood trouble I need to deflect in a head pound
Eating the cake just because it was right here and now in front of me, I’ve called it a day, that said
Cause of black, colorless shapes, unformed mud with no purpose for existing anywhere, the dead.

Knees smashed to prevent you from standing up for a retaliation, devil is lived in the locomotion
Offbeat and rhythm filling the space between gusts of periodic bits of psycho-social ammunition
Bones grew out of nothing significant yet filled the gas bag up without leaking the vital oozing
Head to heart to foot & around for the duration of the challenge, to be or not to be, we’ll sing!

I’m gonna wax fly, over your head or underneath the substratum beneath your wings of plastic
In any case, any way it goes, I’ll have done it my way, nobody’s fault but mine if my spirit’s sick
I won’t fail no matter what way the ending rolls, what will be will be without my willing intent
On the other hand, don’t look twice, it’ll be alright, even if magic switches & we all get bent.

by

r j j  stephan,  i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember VI^th   MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

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