In the funky heat of the night, I see the reason why there’s no free will here, now or ever
For the love of the gods of Aristotle and Plato, before Noah’s union junkies struck for 2X2
Who the hell trapped the wild cats, rhinos, hippos & giraffes, where in hell rang hell’s bells
Preachin’ to the choir for donations & tips, I’m not beggin, it’s a gift from the empty shells.
Keep this under your hat if you have one, if not you then who? IMHO, it’s your mama, man
You cannot deny that without your mama, you’re nothing, neither here nor there at any time
Completed mission by gasping one last time before rigor mortis sets, high angel that’s singing
Sunsets only in an empty mind of a perceiver, Earth is wobbling, spinning while star-revolving.
Strong to lift the weight & complete an infinite pace of progress to the final expiration of me
Totally full bone & muscle, minimum of fat for the fist fight with the jealousy, old man & a sea
Deeper than you know if it’s ever been deep at all to your shallow comprehension of the joker
Future creature feature is merely celluloid projections on a blank inner-face, unhooked looker.
Can you do what you’re good at, lie with all of your might when someone asks you to confess
That you robbed the mighty Spades & Whiteys who met you at the crossroads of their finales
It was a matter of survival of the most fit to fight for the inner spunk, gifted from parents’ yin
Yang in balance, control with a being known to the deaf, dumb & blind without wisdom’s sin.
Be here, there, way back when in meta-speculation of the nature of rowing a boat in a dream
Wake up but don’t be woke up from being in a daze since the birth out of mother’s loin seam
Era in the Future will recollect this Present as the Past, they won’t give a hoot for you or me
Nothing personal, it’s like a supernova before the thing itself participates in predication’s fee.
Play and listen to the music, Doobie Brothers or any Vanilla Fudge from any LP, in the grooves
Nothing like the actual studio sound on your Bose speaker 901’s, it’s the scratches & skips too
Sometimes a warped & never-flattering needle jumping/skipping grooves back & forth moves
Which thing itself you’ve accepted as your personal inner self, draw the .45’s All Night proofs.
Support the jock straps that hold the family’s jewels up and out of the kicking, hurting way
You’re skating on thin ice in the lukewarm Springtime, ice cold in Iceland so have a nice day
Goin’ north to south pole & around the equator from the stratosphere to the core’s deep 0
Ask questions as a high grade intellectually unchallenged individual would, hit ‘em high & lo.
Harmony you’ve been blessed with, the fastest woman to run away from the out of shapes
Says that it’s no big thing, DNA of my & your parents are the matter of invitro fertilization
At first, there was only One, then another to show asexual before the sexual reproduction
How the things that are different shapes & forms, some consumed others subsumed apes.
Pork rinds swallowed without the liquid get you choked to death, can’t clog the lung’s skin
Preaching to the choir who already has been dead before, a time or two, maybe more for kin
Myopia is the reason but not the excuse, an inherited involuntary response to a knees’ jerk
Complete isolation of Oneness inside of the egg in a womb, violated by a spermatozoon quirk.
Inside information on the bottom line, zero between the negative & the positive, left to right
Bears, lions & wolves all scout for prey to feed the family of thieves, leftovers of a knife fight
Pride, cubs, pups, adolescents eat it if it doesn’t smell bad, if it tastes good, it’s good as gone
Whatever is dead becomes food, sustains or extinguishes every cell in every body’s At one.
Losing the excess weight by the incineration of fat milk of magnesium & horseradish mustard
Gas named after the light coming out of the closest star to Earth’s wind and magic hot water
Excited atoms in the ecosphere, took my breath away from me, forced me to give up a ghost
Animated my feet for the sake of my parents, Puget Sound sacrifice of a northwestern coast.
Flowers grow out of the buried seeds in the stardirt ash of Earth, leftover big bang angel dust
Distress signal performance of S.O.S. from the bridge of the destroyer, Space’s Timing nothing
Answer to the equation’s factoring is built within the rules discovered through trial and erring
Finale, curtain drops with a mic drop to the floor, about face & walk right into a gold earring.
Hiccups ended the silence, too much carbon dioxide invading the hemoglobin, rejected notion
Commands of your living spirit/soul can be observed in the use of rationality and pure reason
We’re all ridin’ dirty on the mount we’ve consigned for the duration of an infinite revolution
If you don’t reincarnate, karma is even with the alpha & omega, for what it’s worth, I’m all in.
Game is never over until the gasping of your shocked monkeys give up the holy ghosts
In the in-crowd but the #Crowdfire is down & out for the count, it gives God the most
Drunk the brew and swill to wash the dead plants and animals, fruits of the rando loons
About face & forward march until I bellow, “Halt One, Two.” then At Ease, all too soon?
If the conditions of the premises to the argument for the exposure of the Truth are false
Then and only then, if I might add, always it’s an illogical, irrational deduction or induction
Respect for the law of the conservancy of Matter and the facts of Life your mother sucks in
Knowledge rather than ignorance, 16 feet down under the high dive, skull & bone broken.
rjj Stephan, I
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