DAUGHTERS, FATHERS
Deeply thrust, center prong of a middle fork, cast aspersions upstream cool
Porch in a twilight zone production to show a man burning in effigy of Adam
Praise of the original error perception, deception is it’s perfectly old school
As above, so it is below the canopy of a big sky illusion, Space ain’t so blue.
Licensing and permitting all consumer affairs is the civilized way of justice
If you make a demon deal, it’s true art and you agree to be obligated thrice
A maniac would be a fanatic if that was possible, it would have been done
It’s been done, in the past several centuries, there’ve been more than one.
Now is the right time for the things themselves to be exposed by the minions
Forever to be the harbinger of what’s to be, biblical bibliographies of humans
Disposed of the trash & retained an edited divine inspiration, words of mouths
If you become inspired by an unknown power, know that It precedes existence.
On being a blank canvas for the artist to throw strokes and color at the hot void
It’s what I’m cracked up to be, I signed up for this, it’s pretty boy for an android
Programmed from a little, bitty boy to young to old men, acting directionless too
Knowing nothing to begin with and then learning all men have scabs on booboos.
Beat the drums, snare, tom-toms, cymbals, bass for the backbeat, as in utero
Get into the rhythm and feeling of the vibration of vibrato, a good shot of Cicero
Coming from somewhere in the Past, where Earth’s land mass had a great flood
Explanation for random chaos’ First Cause, a Big Bang of ugly, evil bad & all good.
Change the subject since the unknown can neither be fathomed nor known to The Man
Utilize slick metaphors in and out of the syllogistic arguments, premises to conclusion
It ain’t my fault it’s this way & even if it was any other way, it ain’t my intent or karma lie
I’ll rock & roll the stone up and down the hill ad infinitum, it keeps fallin’ back to 2+2=5.
Proud of little girls & a bit less than proud of little boys, no surprise, double-cross toys
Played until out of power, brain & mind shutdown to recharge in stealth mode, asleep
To do what needs to be done, before or after the time in space when we can walk about
Causes special effects until the last one becomes 1 & only One, pure love’s prize bout.
Fortunate one cruises in and out of the traffic up to the final target’s blip, go uptown
Drinking into a stupor before I became cold enough to shiver away an illusory display
Locked up combination lock, behind perception’s eyes, so much glee for you & me
Funk comes to mind when I recall the finks who gleaned my precious time for free.
It’s then now, Time Out for nobody else unless it’s my own spirit soul RIPin’ on out
Heyday malfunctioned & it was the scream in the void, nobody screamin’ to shout
It’s just that y’all can’t hear your voice in your own ears unless you are in the echo
But also what if this & that lose expression, extinction in, it’s my time to git up & go.
I’m sorry that I forgive all those who trespass against me, that’s honesty for you
Creature comforts and the buds of Mary become the daily dessert of what’s true
Nights slept through unless there were graveyard shifts to be filled, overtime X2
God took it all after Uncle Sam, I had a drink & a smoke, laid back with tuneage.
You got me Nickelback for the explanation, well they’ll have to do, let’s doubleback
ZZTop with a fine machine, tuned for a drag race, high & low, don’t know where to go
Here & now blind faith will get you through the Sitch since you trained kickin’ hippos
Protect and defend your heart & soul first, they need you full power, annihilate oppos.
Monger the fear and loathing as if it’s the fuel with high octane to animate your bones
Extra credit for the accumulation of the power & storage for retrieval ala the i-phones
Treaties and tariffs will give you a sense about the new world order, it smacks of Marx
Philosophy of ordering masses of humans from the tower of Babel to public RV parks.
A pain released the pleasure from the locked safe & you’ve gleaned the highlights’ #up
Kindred spirits share the middle road on the narrow path, it’s always something #down
Hip to the dream that is this thing called Life, yo, way back when sang “Cathy’s Clown”
Pretenders can’t find the actual things themselves anywhere at all, fill the empty cup.
Hazard everywhere you turn in the safe place, no warning signs or flashing stop lights
All there is cannot be put into any words, there’s no linguistic justice for petty fights
Hearings and judgements, guilty or innocent, pay the price or rot forever behind bars
Small room with bars, like the ones to keep the chimps and apes in the clown cars.
Just too busy being as fabulous as I used to be, it was all she wrote, now believe me?
All alone for the rest of the duration, no sense in runnin’ another game on a honeybee
Baby girl, no sense in putting us here in the middle of nowhere for nothing, let’s roll!
Do what’s been done, better than the others, Game is won, We Are One & It Is Done!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, August XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @111 PMPST
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