ALL ALONE,
YOU’RE ALL THERE IS, NOTHING IS FULL OF TIME ITSELF
There are times when nobody knows anything about events appearing out of nowhere In other words, there’s either some sort of magical spell casting goin’ on or I’m a dreamer
Eve asleep in bed, dreaming that I’m awake and alive in the anima of alpha Romeo DNA
Trustworthy is a learned behavior, honoring the promise, the word to stay true to RNA.
Momentarily lapsing reason with illogical tautologies, truth is true because it’s true, so
No lies are allowed to be articulated nor recorded in any language including mathematics
Scores of wild horses kept me away from the heartland’s fresh hunt for souls of the dicks
Men, all too human yet the only choice for humankind, embryos and infanticide tricks.
Bringing every tool in play to achieve the winning ending drive, in double overtime sequence
Confessing to nobody since it’s nobody’s business but my own, I robbed yo’ mothers’ eggs
It took me twenty years to raise the egg to become independent, an educated son of a fool
Merged Science & Fiction as one & the same thing, It cursed Reality’s RNA gene cesspool.
Once the heartbeat ceases, it’s over, it’s done, no reprieve, you’ve entered the End Zone
No touchdowns or touchbacks, safeties or field goals or extra points via overtime dronette
No time to waste on trash heaps which will eventually morph into the black hole of The End
It’s not my fault that you didn’t know this before now, your mama was a one trick pony spit.
No offense, just facts of life are enough to open even the star-blinded eyes’ TNT light blows
Things themselves rock themselves to sleep every night by mid-bite more or less, chit flows
I’m a local hero and I say that with a smile ‘cause I’ve been a little bit for a little while, got it
Whiskey & beer for me, boilermakers in my skull & crossbones, we’re the only one left out.
I was the king and the pauper dope, one extreme to the other with the gypsy girls from dads
Who left their daughters all alone in this world, died or ran away from their life, all the cads
Local hero was that one, smiled & moved onto the rails for the trail blazing function, far out
Too far gone to come back, no comin’ back from your Ends, over your shoulder, boy scout!
Don’t get choked up when you flunk the exam, you didn’t study & thought you’d get the funk
Nobody gets out alive, some karma clings, I’m First One, that’s it, that’s all folks, hero’s port
Nobody left to save the minions, they’re all on their own, motherless-fatherless stone junk
Playin’ no more, serious business, last gasp of gas approaches, caput, stiff rigor, I’m Mort!
It’s anathema to the real things, illusions fading with the real things that can’t be consumed
Kings & all queens fulfilled the space between skull’s ears, checkmate, mortal man’s death
Your own ma & pa, came & left in a puff of smoke, like a UFO, here & then all done groomed
To believe blindly the faith offered by the demons and angels from Earth stardust’s breath.
Story told, forgotten and then the fiction began, five or six sensations from the mud & blood
Drank the water and wine, changed it to the holy, sacred blood of the immortal semen flood
Don’t shoot the messenger, don’t take a stab at the Truth unless you know what A Nothing is
If you don’t know Nothing, you are deceived into false bliss, kill Time, kill Space, that’s Bliss!
by
r j j stephan i
c. Vendredi, May XXXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Crafted while jammin’ to the Loopdy-Loop of @Bruce_Springsteen #LocalHero on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7Ur_O8tfbL8?si=MemgwWEb_gp5t2Za }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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