#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

TURKEY AVACADO ON A SOUR DOUGH ROLL #YouWantSomeOfThis?

BYGONES BE BYGONES

WISE GUY WITH A CHIP ON HIS SHOULDER

Whatever floated your boat yesterday is sinkin’ your deck today, it’s a matter of Time’s Space
High or low both above and below the waves, you’re a moron or you’re an idiot, it’s optional
You’ve got the RNA of both but the DNA doesn’t always reveal the fatal flaw of the fuzz face
Lucky to have devised the signals of smoke & hand forms of silent force to be reckoned with.

Plants and animals are rollin’ around while standing still in one place, one spot moves still
Until there’s no more movement allowed by the powers that be, the minions survive the kill
Trying to keep the highest earners around to pay for the grifters & troubadours commit sins
Their voices & the sinews of their herds of animals, bark of trees, metal of pig iron maidens.

There’s junk in the yard & there’s junk shot into mainlines of grief for the dead head dreamer
None too good and many too bad to be alive, yet here they all are, born to the virgins & studs
Got the dreams on while the horns grew too hard to stay that way, the explosion forced breed
Boys & girls to grow & perform identical parts, ad infinitum for no reason, all begone to seed.

Ice melted because the star was too hot to be, too cold to never be & so away we go, we fell
Onto the beds of the rivers, the shores of the lakes, seas & oceans, where the dead get buried
If you don’t bury the dead six feet deep or eat the dead, they’ll stench to high heaven, in hell
As the ignorant & stupid move from place to place, they’ll find & die on the first pile that died.

Five will get you ten that my dad was proud of his firstborn in Chicago getting a BA in Philosophy
Ten squared will get you a hundred and if you square that to ten thousand, ad infinitum’s reality
Jobs done, the work was output, the product is finished, bought, sold and on the way to the top
Of the men and mice who crawl and shimmy up the pole, it slips like the slopes, coitus interrupt.

Justify your argument for what you require, what you need or what you want that you can’t get
Impossible to expect all fruits of working from teenage years to the sexy sixties, so deep in debt
Nobody gets out of this fight without battles & losses before the ultimate triumph of a last gasp
Paid off the notes, mortgages, loans & the rest of my kin’s debts, they didn’t know Life is a Gas!

Underneath my hoodie anyone can see if they look, that I’m the best I’ve been, don’t look
I’ve done nothing right or wrong, homeless or just a Homer givin’ the lowdown, royal blue
Pins in my cushion poked clear thru & thru so they wouldn’t come easily, all stuck like glue
Pullin’ no punches now, here’s an upper cut & a right cross, you are OUT swung a left hook.

Kill you ‘cause y’all are killin’ me, if you read & laugh at the joke, it’s on you, this ain’t #NoJoke
A pinch of the sounds understood as signals of mental thoughts, invisible to this 20/20 insight
Finish up your argument about a reason for trippin’ around Earth in this Form, snorting Matter
Simple mind, simple explanation for a First Cause of these subsequent socio-economic banter.

I’m out of the picture, so are you but you don’t know it yet, imagine going to livin’ underground
Below an everyday experience of your google function, signed & sealed from a pitcher’s mound
I would indeed take a bullet for you baby, you know it, only one like you to me, it’s all academic
Ugly made beautiful in symmetry as Yin & Yang might in a 3-dimensional circle, get on the stick!

Now the tunes will broadcast from cell to cell, absorbed into the embedded DNA code as RNA
Moronic fools are in command of the evolution of the genome, are you like your mama & papa?
Probably you didn’t even know who your mother or your father were, raped and orphaned also
By the by, you’re already gone, already right where you’ve always been, gangland’s funky fiasco.

There ain’t no justice, means that there Is justice, it’s double negative trump in a player’s game
Acey-Deucy wild, drawing a royal flush with a heart’s ace high bluff, everyone folded the same
Cool bluff, you are mindful, and you are possibly a moron, probably you have brain damaged It
Your mind and brain malfunction between your ears, you are a witness to the idiots talkin’ chit.

Brains above and below the Earth’s dirt, same old story, so it goes, on and on until the Ending
It’s always the same, last gasp, a wink and a nod, bury or burn you, remember you, that’s All
Nothing more nor less, religion of the gods & devils made the Earth twirl in the twilight foam
Come over & get the help you need to survive in the sea of virus & bacteria, you call it, HOME.

I’ve got a line on orgasm bytes of RNA available on Earth, catalogued & accessible to One, me
You’ve got just enough, not too much & not too little nerve to be brave in the face of danger
It’s something that’ll kill you, end your brief tour of duty on the planet, Truth of God, All Hers
You thought God was all too human Man, you were in error, Woman is Hot in animal coat furs.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. September XXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini
{ Mercredi, September XX, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#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
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?