Neither you nor I have any control over Ma Earth’s wobble & top spin feeds
Mirrors reflect nothing but what’s in front of it, looking through rosary beads Professional amateurs putting a club foot in front of another decrepit godson Beads created from the nuclear fusion of atomic matter, busted immersion. This face hides nothing but an empty skull other than teeth, eyes’ brain scat All for the movement and activity of the mind within this thing itself, I name it Eating and drinking from birth until death, all searchin’ for the rainbow globe Pricking clear skin with hypodermic funk you’ve gleaned out a damned robe. Notion of the formula to create survival chemistry for an extinct class of man Neanderthal or Homo Erectus won’t look like the Cro Magnon, all too human Family Guy rocks the world on the screen appearing in thin air, idiot illusions Pretending that you’re the cream of a crop, blacktop speed racer of hot sins. Before Time was ordained as the spin and wobble of the Earth on the ecliptic There was still the same spin and wobble of the Wind and Fire get motion sick All in your mind, psychotic episode of self-realization before you conceived it Looked around & fed the holy hunger, liquids, solids, release wasted gas chit. Rubber out of the trees, plastic out of the Earth’s crude lubricant, it will ignite Spontaneously combusted out of the nuclei of each & every atom in Milky Way This ain’t a party for the innocent nor the wild, it’s a reality, mankind’s gangway Pretending that there’s living matter once it disintegrates, measure of the idiot. Jets and Sharks kick one anothers’ skeletons underground, shredded the wood Fire burning the wood into ash, melting the iron & steel forms into planetary food Fight for your right to freedom from tyranny & you’re bound to die, say yes please Given swords and bullets, knives and belts of blackness with red stripe degrees. Panini out to lunch on the patio, come over with Red Rover & bring higher spirits Feeding the frenzy of idiots & morons with blind faith of readers of fallacy salads How and why can I ask questions without having sensations in my fired up brain? As I lied, I laid as many eggs fertilized as I could coax the hotties to lay, God pain. Gotta die if you become all too human through coitus that had no interruptus Ready and get set whether you’re ready or not, you’ll come around in the dust As if you had any choice to be free or indentured by way of your parents, right? It’s worse than that but don’t want to energize the curse, it’s TNT, it’s dynamite. by r j j stephan, i
c.Vendredi, AprilIVth MMXXIVAnno Domini @ 911 AMPST
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Originally sinned in a garden called Eden with Eve & I take it you know I’m Stacy’s mom’s husband, I’m Stacy’s dad and we’ll take this real slow My daughter likes you, she’s on birth control & no doubt told you, hence You now know a little bit and you can guess the rest, no nonsense tense.
As I move in double speed, I stop in double time and never skip a C-note If it greases my palm, the deal is sealed, gentleman’s agreement, no vote Hop along the dotted line with your John Hancock, scribble above & below Monsters of the Midway and Miners of the Gold bring out the best in flow.
Gone downstream from the hatchery ladder just to get lured by the flies Biting them, chewing the bait without getting snagged, steelhead’s lies You and the Kings and Silvers got together after the gutting and BBQ digs Offered their spirits that now grace your innards a chance to live as a man.
How magnanimous of the eating machine, drunk lush spit for elimination To be free from being behind bars without a key, locked into submission Due to the inability to follow ten simple commands of the gods, mortality Only way to stay alive is to fight for survival, to be fit, to smell and to see.
Aftertaste just as good as the original one, dream in a dream at one Used to think that the thing itself was something other than what I am Then I opened the third eye I didn’t know I had, I saw the Truth of stars Ergo, as I lay dying, I choked the jerk-off, then a guy walked into the bar.
On the tile floor next to the bar-stool, a last gasp went in & out my blood I recall floating above the bar looking for Jose & Jack, at one for Bay mud Pricking the soft matter to control the excited atoms, pin cushion’s proof That the holes I’ve created close with the passage of years, I am the goof.
A hundred years ago just like a hundred years from right here & now, zero As close as I can get to a word to mean the concept of the Void, God’s hero Blame all of the inconvenient Truths seen with our own lyin’ eyes, ‘ai’ One Intelligence as artificial as your mother, she’s two hundred years old, son.
Bridges to pass from mass to mass keeps your feet & horses’ hooves dry Like your powder that provides persuasion, blue, purple or red rover high All events pass into historical vortexes nobody can ever retrieve ala dead Honor, obedience, reverence keeps your survival mode aloft, I am I said.
by r j j stephan, i c. Mercredi April 4th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1755 hours PMPST
STROKE BACK FREE STYLE BUTTERFLY Freedom tomorrow in the End Times, you’re gonna freeze or burn up in cadaver ash Pertinent to your perfection, seams in your trousers have disappeared into thin air Nothing to see here, look over there, that’s where it’s all happening, sleight of hands Causing something to appear as nothing can, hyper-sonic logic of fools in the stands. Music or playing games are things to watch, like a circus or a screenplay of activity Movement of causes and effects switching their orientation from hard to soft pity For the poor and suffering, I am them, pity I can get, God’s cash money nonsense Traded for the food and supplies to keep the life alive within me & the innocents. Invoke hot communion with sacred gods who remain invisible, deceased, departed Alive for a while, dead forever after life, how mean to be the master of the undead I know, you know, everybody else can’t fathom the nature of the beast’s purpose Keep nutrition to avoid becoming decrepit, natural as conception’s open, I’ll close. Into or out of the plethora of ultraviolet and infrared radiation, all from the sunup Sun down and the fun begins where the place in Space feels like spurs in a stirrup Dizzy down here in the Hades below the Space between the moon, me & you man Kidding you not, as my friend used to say when he was actually kidding, I, human. Singing about the life on Earth, moving about from dawn ‘til dusk, we’ll like it or not Sometimes with nowhere to go you go anywhere anyway and find trouble in a spot It’s not anything you want to hear on any day of any week in any year, the bad news Shocked back to reality when holy dead come to visit in, your kin’s closets of bruise. Natural forces from gravity to the momentum of the rhythm and rhyme in the Word Take it or leave it whether you can see the Truth & follow the philosophy of the herd Monkeys following one another in single file line, waiting on their turn, front & center Crossed our hearts and rubber coated our souls so we’d last forever but do not enter. No escape once you’ve committed the jump to fall for eternity without a ‘chute or wing We’re gone as gone can be on that leap out into infinity, seeing it coming or not, I’ll sing Feelings caused by emotions or just the pleasure & pain of the nervous systemic crack On the form and shape of eternal things that populate the Void of a dirty, spinning rock. Hope you get the holy hell out of the way when it’s goin’ bang-bang or slice, swish-swish Weapon tools of the trade-off from contract to contract, nobody gets out with a co-pay kiss Tracks laid, I used ‘em and I own the lines from Chattanooga to Albuquerque via Memphis Straight up, no business like show business like no business we know, my third & last wish.
Fumble the balls and you’ll never win any game, winning means scoring, loved the balls Scorching or freezing outside or inside, it simply means nothing to the Montezuma halls Onto Tripoli’s shores where battles were fought & dead heroes are buried on colors of blue On a safari to surf the high waves down in Malibu & Rincon, come on baby, I’m takin’ you. Thinking about the inside of the cranium and the outside of the stratosphere, words sing Creation means nothing to the creator, it’s what appears to be solid, liquid or gas, I ching All fools believe that they’ll survive their body’s death, wise men drink the spirits on a ball Now it’s done, you have Ends of the story, track it on-line in a dreamer’s doom, God bawl. Irritating agitation with the loving spirits, beef eaters, pork & chicken BBQs every hot night Monday through Sunday the things themselves unwind the tight ship they’ve kept to fight The Good Fight that some don’t even know as they’re in the middle of, every breath taken I got the whole treasure underneath me, I’m not as tough as my muscle car, the road’s a sin. But I’m on it, I like runnin’ to someplace I can’t recall being before, I lose recognition of it all Drank too much Jack Daniels and Two Fingers Tequilla for the neighborhood, before my fall From grace and wealth which I had no right to keep for my own, I let it go back to the origin Nothing you can do, nobody’s problem but my own, I know I’m naked as an original cosign. Bare knuckles are fine but my dogs, my tarsals need coverage in my town & every old county Ala Maine to California, Florida to Washington, Hawaii to Alaska, all my all American U.S.A. Contemplation of the contemporary, the present of the beautiful & the hideous, life tethered Brothers and sisters of the mothers and fathers, responsible or deadbeat, deeply respected. Shedded the watered down crocodile tears so fast that the river of cold-blood god dammed Beavers busy with silt debris to keep the fish from goin’ too far downstream, dead slammed Height of your skull above the ground when you’re a snake is maybe an inch or two or tree Solved the equation without the formula, logic and reason freaks me out to the core of me. At your own risk to your own life and what’s left of it after you’ve succeeded at survivability Hitting the target’s bull’s eye is as easy as pie when you identify with the center of Reality Without your identity nothing matters at all, it’s only a matter of Time in Space’s interface Online or off the cuff of your sleeve, reason and logic to guide your lookout for a fast Race. Trophy wives and cash-cow husbands to increase the population of idiots and morons at sea Creeps also slither around in the darkness like snakes, under rocks and in holy burning bush Mindless a moment after loss of consciousness, drowned underwater, choked in outer space Atoms disintegrating back into the Void of loose lips that sunk all the battle ships’ ordinance. Stay sharp minded, don’t forget to never forget about the end of the month’s last food stamps Feed the children, hunt and fish to kill the living things and burn them hot to eat the stumps Pots of porridge gone to waste, Jesus and Buddha died and made no bones about it, it’s caput Playin’ the hits on the American’s bandstand just to meet the Duke, Big John of the block hut.
Mink stoles jacked up and wound tight around the bare neck, jaw breaker broke it in two Two made four then eight ad infinitum from the original sin to the mortals who sing blue Babies left out in the storm to survive or die trying to gain the upper hand on good & evil Orphans, only children, siblings, cousins and distant kin, all related to the nasty old devil. Some weird dynamic between the creator and the failed split-Adam atom, stone junky Addicted to the air, land & sea, sailor on the bum’s rush sea of destiny, viva ape monkey Trippin’ in gangs, only solo to go after the last heartbeat & roll of the golden soul at most Driven to the nines since I was dressed to them anyway, ‘cause potluck’s my holy ghost. Now then, be that as it may, for land’s sake, there’s a better way to survive the last breath You’ve got to learn the sacred words that hide the reason for being alive on Earth ‘til death Human being the operating word before Being, it’s the Way that’s narrow and hidden arses Bows & arrows, bullets fired from dukes of New York & City of The Angels, beer for horses. Ad hominem arguments aside, everything that lives is alive for the sake of mankind, God Am That is all there is, you can’t deny the facts of life, if you only knew what they were, flim flam Probably the possible but not the impossible, obviously you’re a genius, you gotta know it all Hot take on frozen tundra, Earth wobbles, spins & revolves around suspicion & we get a pall. At the mall or just online shopping, either way the trade for labor is necessary to be so happy It’s the only way to cope with survival when unhappiness is the way for the ones who’ll died Of boredom or sadness, the only way to weed out the destroyers of walking dead, the flabby Pumped the refined oil into my engine, my motor’s runnin’ & I’m waitin’ for holiday you lied. Lost nothing today and I found the small place deep down in your heart where you keep me Alive nowhere else but right there in the sweet spot of the pocket, nice to hit a home run, me Found what I never really lost, always with me & with you, nowhere else it could ever, ever be Years ago and years from now, this will always be right now, today, here I am, You are all I see. Lovers ain’t goin’ down for the count, it remains under the sea or in the outer spaces by stars Nothing is everything to everybody but me, for me absolute void is just that, get drunk in bars Pretend light’s gonna fade away to black, it will, you’ll see, she got hot legs & high-heel boots Brought a knife to the gunfight & I won the battle, my enemy was me, I’m Force’s deep roots. Branded with the sign to see who protects the thing you see as skin & chicken bone, daughter You’re the key to hippity, mother, sister, aunt & descendants of Cain, Abel, Adam in a bar fight You really understand it all, through all of your gum chewing, jaws won’t ever lock up so tight Word up between the hiatus of the divine sons and daughters who escaped the fear & horror. Lies told and believed to be the words of the gods who died before they lived forever, no logic To be or not to be, tweak the psychological romance when you got to go deep divin’ for a lick Pinch of salt & a dash of lemon ought to do the trick since it’s just the sleight of hand, that’s it Just 'fore you know you’re dead, you die, last laugh for a joker, went as wild as Bill’s dick.
In the middle of the dream you wake up, wipe your eyes & watch hotty girls in miniskirts Dancin’ the frug and mash potato, the jerk and the boogaloo too, you recall all the shorts Hot pants and the wife-beater sleeveless T’s made the world go around, need a drink six Beer for my horses please, I’ll take two shots of Jack & a sarsaparilla chaser just for kicks. By the time you get to recollect the memories you can’t remember, you’ll be damn decrepit It ain’t your fault, it’s just the way it has to be, know the Truth way too soon & kill your chit Yet, you big galoot, just have fun & don’t think about the facts as stipulated, that’s all folks Best man I am when you didn’t know I’d be, who GAF about what’s all over, we egg yolks! Came out of Memphis or Nashville, don’t matter if you’re Yankees from Chicago's NYC souls Taking my belongings I’ve gleaned from coast to coast, workin’ for MCA-RCA, A in the holes Part or full time just one-third of every day of your life to push a pencil or punch a time clock Fools & foo fighters know when it’s over, it comes without warning, paid dues, son of a flock! Be as silent as a simple man who just sets and listens to the back and forth, acting in stealth I advise you to look in your secret, safe place and discover what’s missing from your health This here and that there’s just the days going by & forcing doom on your bones & blood flow Just laugh it off, shrug it off like it’s a portion of a secret love twist from old Mme. Le Beau. Freaks are developing the knack for collecting cash for pretending to be enlightened above Below your station in life, that’s all there is above you, idling in neutral you’d get one love Hurt because the pain registered the location of the injury, disguised stasis as a shock wave Pens out of ink, pencils’ soft lead broke & paper is water-logged on both sides, see me rave.
