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DRUNK ON A MICKEY,

 BY MYSELF
ZARATHUSTRA IS MOOT

Now & then the time on your life’s clock runs down and it appears to be turnin’ to dust

One bad push and a shove could tip the scales, knock you or me down in or out the ring

You did not but I did build Rome in One day, it didn’t take much after the Greek thing

You know Socrates & Aristotle not to mention that Platonic dialogue above & below us.

Forms, Substance, something about Nothing and the things we name as feeling shapes

Eyes, ears, nose, mouth all take turns allowing feelings from finger to toe high on vapes

37,000 feet above Earth is a place to stay for a few hours but you’ll never get It all back

That time rollin’ ahead & behind of where you used to be moments before, like crack.

Bang it down the mainline of your cryin’ heart-broken addiction, they addicted you free

Then the charge for the deal was to obey the law, payback & do the will of debtor demon

Should have thought about it before, only way to get away is to get caught in the act, see

Easy & evil at one & the same time, spelled backwards, it’s “live” see the play, it is done.

See more or less the only thing you can see from a million miles away from the dead air

Above or below & all around this little blue dot, ask you ChatGPT or @Grok it’s up there

In the ether where it’s always been, 1 spirit of laughing gas is everywhere, broke cosmos

Drink a little spirit, smoke some Mary, there’s multiple choice but it’s all in the dosi dos.

I ain’t comin’ home ‘cause there ain’t no home to go to, I’m disconnected from the host

Mother Earth runnin’ me out of town to the backwoods, dark out there in the wetlands

Broadway & Rodeo Drive were unwelcome nests for varmints & junky no counts at most

Laws regulating the place in Space you occupy & visit or you’re eliminated from the fans.

Fans of liberty & the freedom granted to mothers, daughters, fathers, 7 sons of anarchy

Earth spinnin’ moon appears then disappears, we wobble without being in much trouble

I’d do this all again just for you, nobody else could coax me into position, just you baby,

Risk is eliminated, every time I’m awake you’re stickin’ me up, ring this conundrum bell.

Hits & misses of the balls thrown into your strike-zone, slammin’ homers to upper deck

Caring about the facts of life & the Space in Time we occupy for an unknown, finite time

Neither one of us cared for the mystery, so we made up our favorite dreams in retrospect

Some ol’ corned-beef smells like dog-food from a can, maybe it’s just me, I shall inspect.

Here’s what you’re going to do before you die, you’ll cry & beg for another gulp of Bevis

Or even Buthead, anything but lettin’ the angel of Death rob me of what substance it is

If & only if you’ve hungry enough, starving for attention, will you ask to be annihilated

Your attention will be arrested in the spot you were in, brain seize muscles’ rigor mortis.

Simple men and innocent women are in a dead heat in a blind faith without any way out

Behind or ahead & either side, there were traps, absolutely nothing but emptiness’ doubt

Creating something out of nothing was easier than you think, she was a soul stripper too

She stole my heart & then tore it apart into so many pieces, broads man, a dot H2O blue.

See a sunset is actually an event that even the blinded by the light can see, all an illusion

Punks ain’t in on the joke, in fact the joke is on them because they’ve no sense of humor

Hungry for the peace and quiet that comes after the hard rock & roll releases your beats

Can’t stop tappin’ my foot & bobbin’ my head, tapped out eye candy next to my hotseats.

Over in three hours, all flowers won’t wilt until the money’s spent, beer gets spilt in vain

Brown to gold in retrospect, all one way to go to ultraviolet infrared spectrums in heaven

I’m dizzy, drivin’ and drinkin’ & nobody else can be in the same room with me, I’m dead

Woke up like this, sleep wiped out my eyes, party’s over, J. Walker Black & Red in a bed.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July XXIX^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

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ZARATHUSTRA IS MOOT