#DownTheLineDolamite #GrouchNoSloucho #HowdyDoody #FelixTheCat #MASH #TRUMP #PsychodelicShack

YOU AIN’T NO GROUCHO MARX macho MAN

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There’s more than one way to rock but you’ve got no choice on which way to begin, all’s open

Feeling the monster under your bed or in your bedroom closet upstairs & away from holy sin

Regrets that I don’t have a thing to do with the luck from my father’s mother, Gramma Gert

Down the line from the Irish ancestor who cracked the Blarney Stone, legend of #Dolamiter.

Where’s young-elder Jane Fonda, where’s the Students who have blind faith in their leaders

Hippies and the Dead they follow are into the middle fork of life, a Woodstock long gone fears

Hurry & lock the door from the inside so you can’t get out when nobody’s picking the padlock

I have some jokes I’ve never seen on paper, I memorized them all, word for word, go tick tock.

In a manner of speaking, as above, so below, there’s no way to fathom a fertile egg evolution

On a divine cloud nine, only a human can contemplate the nature of a psychadelic shack of tin

Here we go again, as if there were any other choice in the direction of the wild fires burnin’ up

Matches and lighters, campfires and your ash from cigars, cigarettes & hot ash phuq in a cup.

Prisons keep the killers of civilization at bay, no stealing, no cheating, no spitting, no freedom

All for the sake of keeping the species safe from predators who fail to be an adequate hunter

Could be your father, mother, brother, sister or cousin, as long as it’s not you, you’ll keep it up

Without being framed for nothing you’ve done, can’t rinse out soap scum out the mug cup.

Here’s a mirage and there’s a phantasm of the mental recollection, dream in a dream’s film

There and then you’ll move the rare earth from the spinnin’ rock dust over to the aft or helm

It’s the sailors and the motor mechanics that move the ship between the waves of salty sea

Y’all quit flappin’ your gums, your jaws need to remain clenched, locked down, DOA to be.

Kings, queens and weak military leaders of the navies, armies & air forces have no mercy

They are not the higher intellects of the DNA gene pool, afterall, it’s random butterfingery

Taste and an olfactory whiff impossible to reckon, it’s all that’s left to blinded deaf & dumbs

No offense, most effective defense, game begins, rules & ethics begets wins & losses sums.

Fortunately, an atom and it’s subatomic charm have made it through a big bang of hydro gas

It’s all we are and were always meant to be, an accident in the middle of nowhere’s overpass

Queen labored & begot the rest of the galaxy’s solar systems all at once, an astral scorch spark

Atop of the water tower, sniper blew the head off the shoulders, stand down order overruled.

It’s all over, do better the next time, learn from the failure of texting your blackberries, eh pal

It’s all in the way you hire the people who protect the men & women who run America’s show

Fly on your broom as a witch on a dust broom might, from cauldron to the wicked white blow

When you move to and fro, you keep the target out of sight, unscoped and microscoped et al.

There & then when you drew your initial suck of gas, allowed to the tiny lung sacs growing up

Cats both large and pets in the house of mankind, they alone can be the predator to creep out

Things they kill to eat without cooking on fired-up stoves or camp fire lickn’ flames’ barbeque

Drinkin’ the spirits and blamin’ the world for all your errors and fake news’ out of the blue.

In the end as it should be, you’ll finally realize why this life had to be lived just to roll the dice

I have no problem with that at all, I appreciate evil breath I take, as above, so below black ice

You don’t know what it will be but there will be the last thing you see, then caput, it’s all over

Neither you nor I can do anything about a sound of wine grapes dripping into cups of a lover.

More sleep needs to be input to reiterate the output outpouring into the wild blue yonder

You can’t find the monkey who fell out of the coconut tree because that monkey was me

Predicate subjected to adverb modified verbs and adjectives, articles, interjections of logic

Reason at best soothes the savage beast, the Truth you can’t handle comedy for the tragic.

Stillborn out of Time in the Space of the liberty to move about beginning wih zip, zilch, zero

Larger than the smallest speck of matter in the neutrino range of the astrophysical, it’s done

As tiny particles conglomerate until they obliterate everything in between my soul man hero

Exoplanets are aligned as they infrequently line up in an imaginary straight line from our sun.

Stop momentum before you analyze every angle resulting in polymorphous Hootie on a dime

In a wretched game of Tug of War, one side pulls the other side so close it’s smothered Time

Dead and gone with the keys buried in the underground with the dead bones & urns of blow

Halted tracks, forget the memory lapse, it’s here & gone in no time, ad hominem Jim Crow.

I can dish it out but it’s difficult if not impossible to take it the same way, my bailiwick forms

For the low price of ticket to see some guitars and dru--ms accompany pianos, voice & horns

Tellin’ you the Truth from Illinois to Texas, Mississippi, Montana, Washington & California fog

Saw Mount Ranier to the American River’s Salmon Falls, then onto my tiny bump on the log.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, July XXXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1212 AMPST

#DoubleClutchinForYoMama

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