GUNNED DOWN MY 400 HORSES, TRIGGERED MY DOG
EXTINCTION WAS THE BULLETGone before you knew it was right there in front of your own two eyes, then the rhythm came I know more than I thought I knew before I found out how ignorant I had become, in God’s name Or my father in heaven, as it were, which is where my daddio is right now, he ain’t down here man He’s in a place where nobody’s cryin’ and worried about dyin’ with no more smilin’ faces, scat can.
Grim reaper took care of the spoiled and smashed remnants of the star system, Milky Way to Mars On the rhymes comin’ in on a dime, playin’ on it, you know the 88’s & the pipes with holy A-bars You know it all, I heard you Bullwinkle, you’re just a moose without a salt lick of sense, call Rocky Only a flyin’ squirrel can save you from yourself, it’s genetic and not your will, not your fault, see?
Over and under the limits of the outer and inner places in Space, it’s where we’re gonna go-go Nothing matters right here and now, if anything mattered we’d already be dead & gone in flow Dark matter gone upstream to fulfill the rugged journey of the unprotected germinated ghost Nobody can see the magnification under the microscope that’s out of focus for us all, you lost?
You ain’t yet so for certain you will be, sooner than later, without your desire or need, it will be Done almost before you can think about the ramifications for the snag on the flyin’ carpet ride I embodied the dance, one prance without a set stance yet the colors still fly, the noise bellows I ain’t jokin’ with you anymore, you’re late for your flight, it’s grounded anyway, Trump knows.
Comin’ in and out of Nutbush’s city limits where no old man gets out alive, dead in War & Peace Labor days from one mother’s to your own, man, woman, anyone with room for a womb’s place Early to the party, there’s a creep comin’ out of the backwoods of Tennessee, it’s comin’ one way My way, straight to my heart and soul, I’m bought & paid for by rockin’ around xmas trees today.
Then there’s what the people are talkin’ about, whisperin’ this & that as if it’s true, maybe not On the one hand we’re watchin’ their folly, we are friends with the benefits of killin’ the crowd Morons, idiots, fools & jerks all fall by the wayside because they go under by their own weight It’s an anti-heavy load to be more stupid than a dummy without a ventriloquist on a blind date.
My father advised me to keep my pie hole shut several times but I thought he meant cherry pie Since I didn’t like cherries, no problem with keepin’ that hole shut, I’m rollin’ with the backbeat Rather than put on the charade, I’m just gonna lay it all out on the line, followed by a day I die Casket or urn, matter turned to dust ain’t makin’ a comeback ad infinitum, good karma, I’m fly! Hurry up, move quickly as if you’re life depended on it, it does but don’t dwell on it Smoke or drink yourself into the stupor your parents always hoped you’d find in S#it Paradise or prison, good, bad & as ugly evil as you could get in counter revolution tea Boston party to Monterey Bay all ships sailed upon tea, kissed evolution of a dead sea.
One is a barbarian and the Many are civilized followers of the back of the class’ last line You & your friends got all huckleberry, drank red vino’s juice and filled the air with a bow Groundbreaking after a minute of rock shaking, silence louder than @Bose speakers blow A big year for intelligence comin’ up in 2024 A.D. it will be hard to stay alive for the dyin’.
Strained for the cream of the crop, inside of that cheesecloth is the best in the show’s song I got a reputation goin’ around but it’s mostly an imaginary recollection of Jack Daniels’ wrong Suffered a moment or two until I’d woke up from getting’ my arse kicked for the 10th mortal sin Just a smell of that black label, gets the better of me, hard to recognize me after the ass kickin’.
Laws and commandments with theorems and corollaries I’ve bent & broke in equations’ lead Pencil necked geeks fully engaged inside my cranium without my permission, it’s all in my head Nobody can help me if I can’t help myself, I can’t help anyone if I’m helpless, therefore, I ain’t Stupid no more, my eyes so wide open, I see gods in the sunlight, like my daddy wanted me to.
Up in the backwoods where I wound up with my chain pulled tight, listened to the hillbillies too Deluxe pickup trucks in the small Pilot’s Hill where the airplanes & jets look for the high red light Blinkin’ the blackness into a spark for a blink, you ain’t getting’ out of here alive, you know, right? Here’s a toast, burnin’ rope, six packs coolin’ for the deep swill past sundown keepin’ shots blue.
Fine Cadillac your daddy let you borrow for the Friday Night date, last ride around dead man’s curve Not even a thought a second before the whole life flashed, Eve gave me that apple again, the nerve Never got to the back seat’s cushion of felt and softness unknown, it’s parked at the drive-in moves I mean ‘movies,’ if their daddy is listening & reading about his baby before she got married in a grove.
My daddy died one day, my mama died one day, sudden impact of bein’ an orphan hangin’ love down Where I am, the way I see it, we’ve only got two choices, we live or we die, happiness is optional gold Pants are too tight only because the food is good & I eat too much, I’m not starvin’ on this chain blow I drop the pedal now & then riding on down the freeway, pink & black Cadillac, never you mind how.
The hall is empty except the bass and treble sounds and beats movin’ the dead air into free born Go No stoppin’ the momentum once it’s begun it’s first move, call it a miracle or just the finale, the show All over just like it was never here or there at all, it’s true, lies make you feel so much better down low A little while in time, between waking up and sleeping soundly, you’ll be #Woke, no joke, I’m the hero.
Nobody but me pretends that our love will never end, lie to me, lie to you, lie to everyone who cares About the thing itself, the form and the shape yield the flesh and bone remains, dust in the wind airs Hole is black, you recall the sight, it got really bright & hurt your blind mind, you’ll return over there Recollect the song, over there, over here, it’s a wagon wheel rollin’ north through redwood & pine.
Thank you for rockin’ me mama, you know without you it would have been too rough for a solo flight Myopia is my strong suit, therefore I am, I’ve had at least four or five lives, got nine like an alley cat Freedom ain’t free even in the land of liberty, united in the states of amnesia, beautiful America rat Climate changing depending on the wobble of the planet on it’s elliptical about the sunny star
Gods pull you close and you catapult as far as the black hole allows, into the Singularity you goes Not that you wanted to, you needed to & now you get what you got, lotsa knots between blows Speaking in tongues is a language that nobody but the One knows, you just don’t understand scat Neither above nor below is the original sin that a snake calls a fair bet with his master, Go dam it.
Harsh as the day you were born, you can’t recall the blood and the tears, the weeping for help Pain comin’ through the smallest bit of daylight, it’s where you kept the eye on the prize tulip All for the reason to be a human, on Earth in the two thousands of years past zero, prehistoric For all of us, the dead and gone are neither here nor there, respectively all they get is die sick.
Harmony in a jar or pouch full of flowered terps to mind meld with the magnetic force about In ways not understood, there you are, that is all, nothing more nor less than, it’s in & it’s out Another day and another dollar is what my great uncle used to say, or was that my conscience Either way the train’s locomotive blows it’s whistle, two times four when it’s 8 o’clock high ice.
Then and there, unburied or not, members of your memory dissolve into a hot cosmic porridge With oyster crackers and a porcelain spoon, the steaming brew disappeared like magic, aw fudge Monkeys get shocked, apes don’t evolve in their own life, it’s the genome mutation at random Balls, eggs, life without purpose except to perfect DNA/RNA peak performance, kingdom come.
Heights and depths of the past and future have nothing to do with the present, as we know it Never before have I personally been able to perform at this level, truly a search for miraculous Things that are astounding, astonishing & more than it takes to get through to a final bong hit Pity the priests and the holy women who sacrificed their sacred hearts to angel’s cosmic dust.
Y’all do remember when we saw the summer in Great Falls, 1971 at attention in dress GI blues Left the world in 1974, gave a damn ‘bout Viet Nam in Saigon all the way to Seoul in the SKORs Back to the world with disease from all the filth of a third world, NCO uniform of the USA Force Neither in anyplace or someplace, just a place in Space without a face, fractional human race.
Good men & good women filling up the neighborhoods with refused garbage for the dumpster What do you do with all of the fecal matter, the wasted paper and spoiled dead food, uneaten Static like on the monitors when they don’t work, cable down, satellite in retrograde to deter All of the evil from the Space outside of this atmosphere, this reality of mankind, stolen valor.
Now, stayin’ alive is the function of the malfunction, extinction is not an option, but you are Alive for a minute on the timeline of the whole shebang from origin to the black hole ending If we had our way we’d be somewhere else than between this rock & the hard place in Space Worthless evenings are all over, chances are you’ll see my point, you got my leather and lace.
Blooms twelve months of the year, 365 and a quarter days of 24 hours & change, that’s all of it It’s undetectably irrefutable by the subordinate to dominant opinion based on an assumption You think that you are alive because you’re not dead and gone, it’s a mass hallucination fiction Suddenly, a baby was born without a human father, winter solstice holy ghost of mortality, Sin.
NEVER FORGET, NEVER, YOU SOB'S WILL BE SEEN AT THE GATES (OF HELL NO) !
FREEHOLD FREE BEES, SPIDERS & SNAKES
Knowing nothing about anything at all gets you way off the hook with powers of the bees
See the weed, smell the weed, taste the feeling of the supreme dead & gone, if you please Mowing down the obstacles and flattening out the middle of the edges until the LP skips From groove to groove, nudging at every scratch, every tic tac punched in for the shifts.
Feel ashamed and bad that you have a man or a woman being full of madness, senselessness I will leave you with the simple explanation of what you are doing here with the minions’ bliss In it always and out of it whenever you get the chance to opt out, dismissed the drones’ mess They left when the going got tough, nowhere to be found, they’re all matter in Time, I confess.
Pain and suffering, pleasure and pain, impinge upon your conscious mind, you fall, you rise up too Nothing more nor less anybody can hope for, just to be or not to be, a rhetorical question of blue Knowing the answer, killing the idiot in the Words, yields tan inevitable happy ending of mortal days Organic nutrients are yours & mine, Love you not, it’s a rose petal pluck, used to be the narrow ways.
Bought and sold your panic to the highest bidder, they were selling weed to kids on the corner lot Bring you’re a-game to the contest of Con-men & women without confidence, super being a robot Old brain, faded mind, no comprehension of plum sadness and future happiness of corpse germs Antibody infused without oxygen, nitrogen & hydrogen, no water in the hole from the rainstorms.
Fixed the broken and broke the game when the fix was in, as it’s always been, like it or not, it’s love What moms & dads do for the species, making the movement of the First Cause of the final detail Wriggling the chains and streams of consciousness to a halt, naked to the world like a new, ice dove Flying soon after the egg cracked, landed when the sky pushed down on my pure hole of wet love.
Coming into the end of the saga, it’s disbelief until it’s unconsciousness, that’s progress of vita men They live and they die but they don’t lie, the truths of men mutate into fallacious, immortal heaven Probability & possibility are related ape-like qualities of life, logic the substratum of the planet dirt Subjects predicated until buried six feet underground from the rivers’ planes, this is heaven, Earth.
Melt down your metal into liquid gas, you & I get Karma from the last times we lived, blind faith In or out of your mind, the cliff upon which you go with someone who masquerades as a wraith Absolutely incompetent as low IQ idiots raid the market and become the ancestors of the Jetsons High brow and low IQ need the Earth to animate the malfunction, life on Earth, cell or body runs.
Last gasp of gas, it doesn’t matter if you were the epitome of Evil or the highest angel of the cast Gods murdered One another from Mercury to Neptune, only Pluto’s left in the middle of nowhere Your own life is all you have, don’t believe that’s true is A OK, it’s getting’ old & it’s getting’ old fast Private or public, in or out of your minds’ eyes, it all comes down to this, Life’s never gonna be fair.
I like nothing but due respect, get some of that and you’re a moron but you’re not an idiotic lune Fundamentally Justice rules nothing beyond life, death is not even a thought much less a concept Of being available to multiply your count by one or more, no species will survive the stupid loon Insurrection of your mother & your father is all our fault, they’re deceased by needle & a spoon.
Games to be played with or without following rules but in the end, to the winner goes the spoils Prick up your ears above your high brows, now you’ll listen to your inner conscience of the royals Solid as a hollow center of every planet in any solar system or galaxy of every black or white row Now then, be that as it may, I don’t like spiders & snakes, I’m god of the stage & my name’s Moe.
One of the three stooges isn’t like being the other two low IQ competitors but it’s good creatures Who’re the neglected evil/live creatures who know nothing about earning livings but steal treasures Black diamonds, gold and oil in the middle of dirty water and atmosphere, you die if you’re rich too Nobody gets out of this immersion’s skull & bones alive, on a trip along the Time/Space continuum.
Spiders spin sticky webs, snakes slither from mud to water, prey killed for food pray to God before it Dead in the water before it multiplied times two, hung down, lowered head, grieving for the old chit Sucker DJ’s think you’re fly and when the scat comes down from the holes above our ground of being We gather for the party to hear the beats and blown out speakers of the rock & roll stew of Nothing.
Peers on the fly, all of them gonna die just like our food in our plates, once alive & then caput, zip, out Of the men and the mice, none are safe from the reaper, in a trap or voluntarily compliant like a slave Urban and country living fade to black too just like the history of the caveman & Jesus’ cadre of scouts Lookin’ for believers in blind faith, unbelievable stories written in many languages, edify & rave about.
Glory to the single person’s friend, the married person for being married with children rollin’ the two die Able to not pay for the goods and services that the single, childless worker pays for by stamps & crediting Debit cards, milk, eggs, cereal to keep paupers healthy & alive until their teeth fall out the gums, singing Hot or cold, still able to motivate the army and navy brats, but the air force brats, they’re specializing ice.
Glandular fixation on frontal appearances & posterior regression from here & now back to cosmic soup Hammered you into submission when the full moon showed the sunlight reflection, Chicago ain’t a loop Part of the whole shebang, just a place where the elevated train goes around buildings in circles alone How many men did it take to figure out the ‘L’ I’m guessin’ is thousands, now retired or dead & gone.
Gypsy voodoo helped me see the uv invisibility, nothing could get away & that was always a fragile hint That you don’t have more than a hundred years to play on Earth, when you die there’s no more life in it Body & bones empty of the soul, no more animation of the thing itself, it’s just a shame it doesn’t matter To you & yours, this is a foreign concept to be ignored & shamed into oblivion by the followers of butter.
Cream rises to the top, it’s where I’m swimmin’ & nobody is going to stop me, I can’t swim, I’ll drown But at least I’ll be clean of the body odor from the dog & pony soldier who died in a battle’s mud ditch It’s not for me to know but I will say, too much is too much but I need it all, it’s never enough, clown Before the hereafter, I’m performing acts on stage before the curtain falls, poor man’s son of a bitch.
