I AM LIVING WITHOUT YOU TOO AD INFINITUM

BLOOD BLUE BUGATTI

LOATHING MIDNIGHT’S BURNED CHEEK, LOCK THE DOOR, ALL TWO HUMANS, FROZE FIRE

I am the cold in your bed, ghost in your sheets, hush in your heart, immersed herd

Essence did not precede existence, proof deduced from tight ends of trophy wives

Whatever you & I have been, wheatworm & some other upper GI critters in turds

Songs so sung, understood the opine to the dead air’s frequency modulation jive.

Whether the action of the causes & effects appear or not, their essences remain

As above, so below it should be & if it isn’t below, it isn’t above at all, that’s insane

Dreaming isn’t actually anything more than a chimera entertained by ennui scoop

Fearlessness at the moment of realization that you’re all alone in the cosmic soup.

At some point, we both vanished, our life’s headed for a hollow ending, a solo mio

Nobody after you die will do more than burn, bury or dump you in the sea, Bozo

I don’t mean to be disrespectful, maybe my Id does but we’re not in synch as a rat

Will be by the time slumbering comes to eyes brown, green, blue or blind as a bat.

Sucked the air out of the misfits forum, aborted fetus heap, ion pile of God’s DNA

All too human, every single one, spirit gestation on Day One, souls immersed RNA

Colors from red to purple, between the blues, reds, oranges & yellows, high & low

Left it all behind so I double-backed again, tears forgot your name, needed a blow.

In midstream as I flowed downstream, Lapis Lazuli drivin’ my blue Maserati blow

Up & down the country roads of the backwood foothills where wise men don’t go

Trouble is, sudden death has neither warning nor apology for the function of High

Mothers abandoned the data download, fathers were absentee & lived on the fly.

Mega billion to spend on the poor, unfortunate victims being taken to the cleaners

Nevermore will anyone be mine, someone will be yours & you’ll be all of the fears

That you’ll recover from your coma & return to Original Sin, our reward for Apple

Of being on your side, with your blissful experience of meeting & being my ol’ Pal.

Hold it up to the light so you & everyone who is blind can see the matter in utero

Came out of nowhere, serve & consume in perpetuity, no reason to, “Ruh-Roh!”

Too divine to be so human, lucky to have been conceived and thrived for decades

Time forever is never more, if I could, I would but I can’t, I won’t drink Kool-Aid’s.

Mark my words, recall them at the right time in a right place, signify it’s The Word

Hating is the matter, haters run their programs on the matrix, as a red Tweety bird

Funky has the handle on the funk that’s unclaimed by the proper author, up again

High as a kite that broke its tether to my hand-held clothespin & disappeared Zen.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi August 6^th MMXXV Anno Domini  @0800 AMPST

{ Shot this gem from the #QuickDraw of the #GeneralStore while jammin’ to @EttaJames  #AGAIN on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/5m2wquwSesw?si=wuCUFX6gDqXIj-qr }

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