P I N K @CADILLAC
WHAT A PINK SLED WILL ALWAYS GET ON THE INTERSTATE 5
Gassed by the time the bus left the station, fresh out of my resistance for the mental patientsI will be right there just as soon as I can get these people out of my immediate future stints
With or without you, the law wants me put away in a safe place for my own good, it’s so evil
Love and hate moved the mothers and fathers to steal one another’s goods and services’ pill.
All in one tiny packed energy of atoms that turn the bad to the good, it tastes like dead meat
Burnt to a crisp or just hot enough to singe the flesh and make it fall off of the bone marrow
Hunting and fishing until the growth in the fields remains ready to plow under the gods’ cat
Neverland and nevermore are the here & there & then, historical reproduction of bull’s scat.
On or off of the grid where angels fear to go, the big brothers and sisters we don’t know blow
Brother, backfiring, re-engineering the DNA as if just that’s good, just because they know it’s so
All the sisters of the mothers who fooled the fathers and sons into the holy knighthood of idiots
It’s no fault of the training, don’t take it personally although it’s personal, you’re indeed, robots.
Programmed with atomic acid, name it whatever sounds like you can recall, rhyme the reasons
To be or not to be, a purpose for the rigmaroles you see, hear, feel, touch, smell coming & taste
High grade phenomena and blown Margarita Tequila out the pie-hole before you knew it, sons
I warned you of the danger, the skull & cross bones of the Yankees & rebels who tempted fate.
Pretend that reality is a dream within a dream for a Poetic moment in this past time, it’s all in hot legs
To live for no other reason than just because a mothered father inseminated one more ol' holy eggs
Inject my venom, now it’s AC/DC from the first to the last call for alcohol, got the shots in jello jigs
Now, it’s tomorrow but you’ve no idea how you got to bed, a dream in a dream of spit-smokin’ pigs.
Pork rinds to crack down upon, lip smackin’ good as swine itself, bacon, Swiss burger, more shots
Finally in Darkness when there’s absolutely no point of reference or future recall 'cept blackout dots
Then and only then, if and only if you’ve got the intent, will you ascend to high wisdom of emptiness
Be closed to the torn opening, trap, kill your ego, Id & all the horses y’all road in on, sin to confess.
Gods fought about the good, the bad & the ugly before concepts unfolded out of the genome food
Being’s nothingness analyzed until the origin faded to black between stars, too human, in the mood
Songs sung, beats on skin & tin, strokes and strums on the sinews of the holy & vile cooked on fires
Burnt offerings to the ones who died without a ceremony or grave with a rock above, gods play lyres.
Because of the movement being the cause of the malfunction, to sleep, to rest, to breed sad sperms
From scared girls, the mothers of us all, Happiness’ key sought yet unfound in petri dishes of germs
I’m still here and now I’m wondering why when so many have passed & gone into empty skies
What has me by the nards is the fact that my origin is suspect, mind is invisible as humble pies
Broke your whole puzzle into smithereens as all pieces have the essence in code, of acid divine
Help and the Hope that you have power to remedy every malfunction experience can design
Is a vain hope, understood because it’s your training at the toilet, you don’t speak of its gods
Doublespeak, meaning the opposite of the word said, half of my body is bacteria uninfected.
I received God’s gift to women without warning, just standing on the corner waiting for a bus
Nothing is all my fault and I’m being serious, anything referred to as Nothing, I have caused It
To be or not to be, it really doesn’t matter at all, there’s no reason or rhyme to the systemic fuss
High or low in conscious minds’ eyes, we’re all gonna go, you too angel food cake, cosmic dust.
REM during the sleep you cannot avoid is the way the corpse stays alive during that period’s SIM
Environment is just the warm and soft place that keeps your nervous system in tune, never dim
Because of your ability to read English, now you know what you’d never have found out, Truth
All dirty dancin’ 'til you wind up dyin’ in a world of dire straits, drawn to the flame like a moth.
Meaning nothing important will come of it all, when there’s a solid black hole above & below
That is the Time in Space we’ll know how you make money shakin’ your bones on a pole blow
Out of the way, your father’s daughter is all gone getting’ cash from guys that work & scat cut
About the nature of the present, money walkin’ stupid son of a stupid molecular fossil in sand.
Meaning nothing important will come of it all, when there’s a solid black hole above & below
That is the Time in Space we’ll know how you make money shakin’ your bones on a pole blow
Out of the way, your father’s daughter is all gone getting’ cash from guys that work & scat cut
About the nature of the present, money walkin’ stupid son of a stupid molecular fossil in sand.
Stipend for lookin’ at the naked body of bones that get the prostitution for a bloodhound dog fix
Using the girl to be a tool for joy and using the boy to be tool for igniting doom, for the little dicks
Cars and trucks, lost in the buses and trains and planes, matters to me, to you not so much though
It could be here already, it permeates body & soul from above and so it does below, take a blow.
Syncopation of the vibrations, meta beats out of the bottoms of the faithful foxes, down beatin’
It’s harmony, different notes up and down the scale from Do to Ti, up the side of the head dressin’
Things themselves are here & now for you & I if and only if we absorb the eternal behavioral teats
Control of the causes & effects is not a power you’ve gleaned from the beats of the tar baby beats.
Train wrecked about half-way up the hill on the way to the tunnel through the mountain, boom!
Nobody heard it explode but it was a surprise only to the law enforcement, police & sheriff doom
Badged sisters & brothers, uncles & mothers who confine the paupers to the prison of high heads
I think you know more about the cosmos than you’re letting on, you are the chit after all is said.
We got a lot more than we gave, in fact we got it all & we gave nothing in return, I did it in style
Even if it wasn’t selfish on purpose, it was still selfish and the cause of pain and suffering to dial
Harm’s way came in between us at the wrong time, it was all peaches and cream & then caput!
Down in the middle of a Black Hole, someday we’ll know rainbow Singularity, big guy, holy dot
Using the girl to be a tool for joy and using the boy to be tool for igniting doom, for the little dicks
Cars and trucks, lost in the buses and trains and planes, matters to me, to you not so much though
It could be here already, it permeates body & soul from above and so it does below, take a blow.
Syncopation of the vibrations, meta beats out of the bottoms of the faithful foxes, down beatin’
It’s harmony, different notes up and down the scale from Do to Ti, up the side of the head dressin’
Things themselves are here & now for you & I if and only if we absorb the eternal behavioral teats
Control of the causes & effects is not a power you’ve gleaned from the beats of the tar baby beats.
Train wrecked about half-way up the hill on the way to the tunnel through the mountain, boom!
Nobody heard it explode but it was a surprise only to the law enforcement, police & sheriff doom
Badged sisters & brothers, uncles & mothers who confine the paupers to the prison of high heads
I think you know more about the cosmos than you’re letting on, you are the chit after all is said.
We got a lot more than we gave, in fact we got it all & we gave nothing in return, I did it in style
Even if it wasn’t selfish on purpose, it was still selfish and the cause of pain and suffering to dial
Harm’s way came in between us at the wrong time, it was all peaches and cream & then caput!
Down in the middle of a Black Hole, someday we’ll know rainbow Singularity, big guy, holy dot
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 12-17-2023 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
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