NOW THEN, gtf over it
Blows have been thrown & I parried the final ones before fools’ concocted rules
I kid you not, the weapons are disguised in the knots in the ropes with a noose
Nobody fits yet everyone gets fit, a neck snaps and the rest is History’s to lose
Whether you’ve violated the ethics or morals, it’s all the good & evil of fools.
Coming for your safe houses which are no longer a hide-out for all outlaw misfits
CoVid19 and your genetic DNA merge to malfunction, on the way, extinction chit
Dopamine for all, you get some and all of your people from mainland & sea isles
Before every atom of H2O evaporates, I’ve got something to say about UFO files.
Unidentified is a word used as if SOMEBODY doesn’t want EVERYBODY to know
That the name of the thing itself and the forms it has evolved into are low blows
Into the junk of the amorphous creator of the cosmic briolette POSs in final ends
Mighty mice & extinct forms of evolved dead air & stardirt, wet, funky Depends.
Scatological humor comes and then suddenly, the joke is on you, still it’s all funk
Refused to get efficient & slick as ice, broken down parts fall apart, cannot dunk
No draining threes back of the Three-Line, no short or long jumps or lay-up drills
It is all done gone, there’s no recourse to recoil for holy scat of Hell’s Bell’s shills.
We the people knew when we were zygotes in one dark womb, a holy sanctum
Respect for the blood, sweat & tears both before & after the facts of life’s scrum
In the game or injured on the sideline with body-mind annihilation, insane pain
Utter eclipse of whatever used to be lit, spacemen came back to Earth so insane.
Knowing what you have seen with your trained eyesight, it’s Top-Secret status
Row your boat gently down the stream or barge into the private Kracker dust
Either way at the mouth of the flow, the H2O gas is liquid stardust, shine it on
Spin Earth, stop when I die, carry on with All I’ll Never See Again, RIP My Man.
Fight for rights, live and die with or without them, just chimera fictions, I sigh
Hills and mountains all eight miles higher than sea level, top of the Rocky Fly
On the wall, as above, so below, wings move, legs to rub, bull’s scat to die for
I got everyone using lips on my hindsight, ALL my best friends, RIP TRIP door.
Dream is over, woke, awake, divine & mundane consciousness merge at One
Nothing inside the atoms and nothing outside of the Cosmic Menudo of Fun
Living, eating the living once dead & dying at the end of it all, birth to death
Recollection that you’re asleep in a lucid dream state is forgotten, last breath.
Again, no more than before, It is all of it, sounds of fury signifying dark holes
In the center of the vortex, silence of the center of zero, kills all of the Broze
Inoculated yet there’s The Way you’ll expire, deep-sleep dream, not #Woke
Wake or not, those left behind forget you are rotting in a box, karma broke.
Paid back the infractions’ fines and fees, I am solvent, a dead-even grim reap
Neither good nor evil on my list for the function of happiness & a deep sleep
Dreaming that star-sun shines, grows food ala seeds, plants & animals to feed
No malfunction when death calls, all night & day, doctoral immersion in greed.
Infinite line from point to point, add another for the triangle of gold for squares
Corners cut, created out of nothing but a line from One dot to another, a matrix
Squares, rectangles, pentangles, hexagrams of the Fire & Ice’s leftover big bangs
After you’re dead & gone, soul/spirit is invisible to consciousness, roadkill fangs.
Always hip to be a square but there’s no denial that if you’re not hip, you’re scat
Out of all the men, boys, women & girls, everyone was a baby, skinless yet so fat
Talking LSD acid in an invisible holder, all too human future’s evolved X-code set
Justice is indeed a green ham sandwich, all in fat cows & pigs, tisquet-a-tasquet.
Fear of getting Nothing but dead air when Life is over, that will cause the pain
Unforgiven facts of life, blind faith in Eden’s garden state, this scat’s forever day
All we can do is wake up #Woke, after a deep sleep, let dream fade to dark away
Nevermore to be told in a tale, scratched from memory, our God was insane.
by
r j j stephan, I {Ayn! Is that You?}
c. Dimanche, 12-15-2024 Anno Domini 911 AMPST
{ Drafted without a little help from my friends while listenin’ to @JoeCocker #GetHighWithALittleHelpFromMyFriends on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eXV4WyQMHFM?si=7eC7jEvr57KVB2ov }
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