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MY TOUR OF DUTY

base 1971 KEESLER AFB, MISSISSIPPI @vietnamwar

BEACHES ON HAWAIIAN ISLES,

A STATE OF BEING AT ONE TOO

Welcome home, aloha & mahalo for being here & now, free choice or karma debts

It’s an eye for an eye & a tooth for a tooth, two eyes & thirty-two choppers, 2 sets

Now for the future living in the past, that’s fleeting presence, now is soon, near miss

Not only do you know the Truth but also you don’t believe the wisdom you possess.

Think if you’re all too human, it’s your coup de gras on Earth, save your soul in Hades

We’ve gone to pot, grown weeds to cultivate & burn for the distortion quickly fades

Likin’ your haircuts, half-dead folliculitis in every cell of your skin, head to toe & foot

Blame and acceptance flow, oh poor orphan, test-tube baby without original sin soot.

Kept your mouth closed shut without saying anything about the nature of the beastly

As you know it, the sons who roam the east & west coast beaches, don’t wanna work

They want counterrevolution of the volunteers, break down the power into atomic fizz

Boys and girls born to fatherless children, raised by a state of civilized good, bad & ugly.

Broke through into this side from the other side, it was the former not the latter, I beat it

Followers and the followed all pretend to know what this means, high without a thought

Danger to be fake hurt and die of unknown causes, above the dirty water, my home sweet

Place in Space I named Home, they said it was, I couldn’t argue, I planted both of my feet.

Under the mud in Mississippi & on the sand of the beach at Lake Michigan, I launched it

Almost enough fuel to get to the destination but I ran out of energy & settled for the s#it

It’s what you can guarantee for the satisfaction, psychotic reaction & non-sequitur logic

Into the vortex down the rabbit hole with the hares and foxes, they call me dago & spick.

Boys in the ‘hoods my parents moved into were not the astro scientists of a windy city

Dreams had and faded to black, as above, so below it should be, faced the facts, sittee

Hunger and thirst will murder you without intent, no will to power, just a power that be

Gravity, collapse the electrons & neutrons, protons of Big Bangs & molecular WW three.

You know you ain’t a fortunate one, lucky is not in any deck of playing cards you’ll ever see

In San Francisco or Cherry Hill, it’s one coast or the other, your destiny draws you to a sea

People are just people without bald heads and flowers in their hair, fairy godmothers all

Hair in your juice and you are dying of thirst, gag you with a spoon or take a tumble, fall.

Highlights of your mother was the climax of your origin & your punch into the open air here

Players and managers of the game, begin & end as above, so below, with a cool keg of beer

Judge the books by the covers, what’s the alternative? A blind man’s bluff, just Helen Keller

Playing the strings and horns, beating skins & tins, music pray for the prey, God will eat fear.

Count to ten but hide your eyes so you can’t see where I hide, within Kick-The-Can bounds

You know where the glue is, it’s home & gaol at one & the same time, a bar of dog hounds

Why was there nowhere to run to? Nowhere to hide right there in the middle of paradise

Son, it’s no good to overthink it, I’m with you every step, can’t stop ‘til I close my two eyes.

Too high to run away, I’ll choose to stand back & chill with the comfort of my spoils, earned

Hiding in my corner in plain sight, invisible though in this chain of linked fools, none’s dead

Chains linked, severed due to pain & suffering, pleasure to get away from the hold, free too

Worry ain’t in my repertoire & shouldn’t be in yours, I’ll get you out of the chain, no fools.

Where I want to be is right where I am, if you follow that philosophy, know this, chain-free

Bums and junkies don’t ever go home, took the wrong path but it was a junk fool, a stealer

What you do to get the fix, what a big pusher needs, to shut down your mojo in utero hurt

Cerebral or stoned out-of-body experience, all of the above is better than casket-coffin dirt.

I got some rules, gonna go catch a few surf waves, wait for me on the beach blanket & bingo

Bad guys taking people’s private property for fun, the sheriff that I am, got crooks in synchro

With my Jesse James & Billy The Kid attitude, the bad guys didn’t know they were goin’ down

No path to being good for the evil lurking with a PhD in Acquisitions, killed the funny clown.

You wanted and you needed somebody to love, flew the airplane into the ocean, 96 tears

Spirits flying without their wingman, I am what navigators need, watchin’ your six, all fears

Out of your mind, out of body experience, OBE like the dead & gone, hearts bleed out/in

Hero & heroine, apes with no hair, afraid of the naked legs and arms, asleep, woke, in Sin!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, August 22, 2025 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Cracked this nut while jammin’ to @SpaceOdessey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QFSE4dUJYM8?si=Gzqcgtm626rDG2s6 }

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