ON BROADWAY, IT’S IN FOCUS
Like a real thin thing which is included in the empty set are all the zeros and ones
A rhythmic octave of notes of imaginary scales from A to G on Time & Space clones
Pine and Evergreen makin’ the oxygen from the lack of carbon dioxide ad infinitum
If we’re lucky, which we’ve been since born & raised free without slavery’s scrum.
Perennial actions, origin to annihilation of every atom of matter, a matter of Time
No space is free from implosion into the singularity, above is as below is, all mine
Gold and the lead it’s transformed from through fire and brimstone, shoot & miss it
Shots and passes, points to win and some to lose, in every case, it’s all bull’s scat.
Makin’ money lettin’ people watch you throw a ball in a hole, ten feet high, above net
Where every single shot of one, two or three points make the loser pay the other debt
Number one draft choice to make up for your missing passes and shots, never all hot
As you thought you’d be in the middle of your line, from the tip to the buzzer’s slot.
In touch, out of the touches from fingers and toes, ends of arms and legs on a plate
Lump of flesh & bone with a free will that becomes a follower who’s willing to be bait
For fish in the sea that are so hungry to believe the blind that they fall naïve prey lost
Minutes, decades to a century, if you’ve got the gumption or the intestinal, shat frost.
Not dancing to the whacked-out beats, let me check what’s in the jukebox for now
Cracked skulls and incurable diseases of the body & mind, psycho look out below
We won’t get better without medication & radiation; you can be sons of a Bi#ches
It ain’t your fault you were conceived in sin, maternal eggs all married to Butches.
Fish swimmin’ with the illegal migrants across the Rio Grande and the pretend sea blue
In a manner of double speaking, hillbilly apologies come & go in a New York minute too
Like it or not, it’s all but out of our hands, you’ve got the thing itself as the gas in the brew
Once the flick of the switch has been toggled to ON, the OFF makes it into cosmic stew.
I’ll keep it up even when the rain is pouring out of the grey-black sky, white cumulus cloud
Only one huge bulk of H2O in vapor formation, lined up to fall with gravity’s pull of the load
Wetting the dry ground and soaking the wind within the mud, the blood & spilled beer kegs
No recollection of red Comanche blood in my great grandmothers or embedded sexy legs.
Out hunting, out fishing, out being a lazy head of teepee without welfare’s food stamps
Just enough for that fruit of the vine that never allows anyone to ever be clean and sober
Reason of the deductions is to assist in the adaption to the changing nooks & crannies
Appearing out of nowhere or created by the unseen, unknown out of the Void’s sun lamps.
Literally have created a purple Maserati out of nothing more than rock metal tics & tacks
Bonding with the separate but equally merged within the occult unknown, whitey blacks
On the flip B-side, it’s the same holy #HIT played on the Marconi’s Top 40 morphing #1’s
Prepared to be ready to move out or fall on a sword for the hero who really loved the puns.
Thirty to sixty minutes lead to the end of the livers livelihoods all removed and deleted too
No kidding around, you’re a joke or you’re too ignorant to have survived the herd’s blues
Walkin’ slow down the avenue of my old neighborhood, don’t know why I feel this good, so
My karma has been paid back in full, I'm done paying for my original sin & yours too fool.
Perfection has devolved into the asteroid belt and nothing can stop the orbital interjection
Diamonds spread out all over Mercury because the mighty star has compacted God's skin
Microscopic Time & Space look deep into gods blinded by the UV & infrared light's souls
On the slide, under the microscope the invisible sees right through the opaque, void holes.
Desire and need to be happy are the carrots hangin' out ahead of the jackass's donkey ears
Hair shaved to the skin line toe to crown, the corpse decomposing has eliminating all fears
Easy to animate the dead and gone, in a play on a stage, words & actions' energy matters
You loved life, loved to be happy but sadness couldn't get aborted over southern borders.
Beyond good, evil & the formulated calculations proving that the unprovable has no proof
Leftovers of subjects and the naked, superlative predicates keep it real, Time out for a goof
It's too late to order a pizza, made one in 25 minutes, ate the whole pie in about twenty five
Weaponized day dream came true, conflagration of WW 3 annihilated the fission/fusion jive.
Semper Fidelis whether it's the right thing to do or not, there's no choice in the matter a all
It's already set in stone, writing in tongues or whichever gibberish the minions agree to call
Upon the wicked magic spells that could make you happy or very sad, it depends on the imp
Glory be to the father and the son of the father as well as the actual ghost, on the block pimp.
At the beep or the vibration on Mach 3, the X-15 went through the black hole door, a breach
Network annihilated to show that everything on Earth is vulnerable to gravity & a free speech
You need it, we all do and nobody who wants to remain healthy and alive will ever go rogue
Dissolution's solution, way gone, far out rogue, a money maker ink on a slab at a morgue.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, IX-XXVII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST
{ Co-created from cosmic dust while freefalling, jammin' to @TomPetty #HITS on youTube link @
https://youtu.be/-H-9ZACQSc8?si=AbiTE_rlVkm5TyBa }
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