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MOUNT THE HIVE IN ‘25
There is only one way to rock as the stones roll down from above the apex’s black hilt Dream within a Poe-etic dream, uncontrollable by the Will to Power, every soul killed
Less than imperfect, killer apes who believe that their veils disguised the poison pills
On being a nut case full of books infested by worms & fairy dust, Jack fell down hills.
Uptown Saturday night or early in the Monday AM of the fogged smog of dead & gone
All they left were monuments to the disaster we know as life on Earth, with an iPhone
After the ego is cut loose, the super ego remains in the ether lurking for wild lovin’ good
On E street, shuffling or jogging in the jungle you learned to survive within, dad’s hood.
Pro or con, for and against, either way the mothers were our sisters and mighty lovers
Without the gender of “XX” there can be no “XY” & the eternal Truth kills all believers
Rules, regulations, theorems, corollaries & commandments create a dynamic damn fool
Nothing to cast aspersions about, blind luck of the draw, the way it is, it’s all the too cool.
Think about crying to get help feeding and sheltering your 208 bones, it’ll be your bailiwick
What appearances form is the reality you recollect in retrospect, to avoid getting deeply sick
Actually nothing can be a dead bear in the back of a truck, bear tag to kill a bear via blades
Swords and stilettos hidden in plain sight, invisible weapons disguised as 2 feet and 2 hands.
Marbles perfectly round, no marble can be cubed or any configuration other than circular
Hidden until required for barter, trading the cat’s eyes of exotic colors from the sunny star
Like or ignore inclinations to feel either way, neither dislike nor abhor things, eggs of hens
No attachment to you or anything with or without inner sanctums of living in original sins.
Right off of the bat, younger or older than the sun-star burning revolution in red hot fires
Angelic smoke of imagination fills the emptiness of the Unknowing cloud of funeral pyres
Stupid, idiotic forms of life in human shape, inhumane to be all too human, 7-up hot rods
Regardless of your birth to any humans who copulate to conceive DNAcid of moon gods.
Sickness related to the pending doom of death with no afterlife in heaven or down under
Where that is when you have no sensory perception, it remains to be seen to get blinder
Skipping a rope for the skill of repeating useless actions which erode every joint you have
Top of the skull to the bottom of metatarsals can fill the Void, in a casket, in an urn, Dive!
Made the deal for the trade of valuable and expensive possessions you take to the grave
I don’t know like you know what it’s like to have faith in the blind light of the ancestors
After y’all die, you’ll live without a body? You never lie right? Y’all can’t make any of it up
Squirt your extraction at the formless, microscopic tropes and idiot plots fill a China cup.
Seeing without eye sight but with insight, seeing what can never be before your eyes there
Light is required in the darkness to see anything, without light, things just ain’t anywhere
No subjects or objects to translate into linguistic expression, signature of an end game sign
Hard and soft petrified gas, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen, etc, etc, etc… Wisdom out of line.
Who is going to be alive tomorrow, raise your hands high above your heads, say it out loud
You’re alive and you’re proud to have survived your upbringing among the family overcrowd
Kids kept coming in since I was One year old, from two to eight years old, I got five clones too
They all watched me & copied my actions for preschool intelligence of the family hive blues.
Alright several times in a row, just moved with the motion of the ocean, nothing I could do
With the flow, rowing the boat downstream with the current, away from logs & stone rocks
How often can you recall the facts of life that you’ve got a finite time left to go in boondocks
Chuckles more than a laughing dog, sugar, sugar jelly between your teeth’s cavity low blow.
Hit you in the family jewels while listening to the best of ACDC, opened a can of two worms
Crawling until hooked for the bait that must be denied to the prey, set a trouble hook, homes
Palace down to the hovel at the end of the paved backstreet, all souls cratered into one can’t
Night and day, Chicago the Band can code the Truth in words you either grasp or you don’t.
When you’re down under the gun, you weren’t enforcing the law nor were they, none of ‘em
Roaring traffic of State or Michigan, even down on Harlem and 57th street, it’s all said & done
Made love to the eyes more than the thighs and upper legs, explains the wisdom scum bone
It’s the silence you recollect ‘fore the conceptual analysis, copacetic stasis of me, I’m the One.
I came & woke up before my time which should be a moment before being buried or ate raw
Full of what gets masticated and swallowed, habit burger that goes in and out of a locked jaw
Punks both pink, faded red & fuscia find no matter where there’s no gas’ galactic Hershey bars
Monument to all ones who were too good to be evil-bad, it’s Michael Jackson’s #BAD MFers.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 8-six-mmxxiv anno domini
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