WHAT ABOUT OUTLAW PETE’S WINGS?
The daydreams and nightmares you’ve had since you began to think y’all human
No ape scat evolution from a pissant and back to the first cell of a virus’s nucleus
Came out of nowhere as Mankind knows, it’s all we have but a blind faith scam
Hearing sound, seeing light, feeling, smelling & tasting skin to skin, all that I am.
Good that I’m out on the street again, walkin’ the way I wanna walk away, I did
Just like that and the door did bump me in the bum on the way out, I am The Kid
Since 1975 I’ve been workin’ on a dream, I told a lot of dead & still alive, hot day
Because there is never free will choice, it’s a chimera of causes & effects, as I say.
Complete the empty set that used to be filled with despair & hope, happy daze
Deadwood has a bottom of nothing to do with anything a 7th son can amaze
Words out of the abyss everything refers to, as itself rats to goddesses shaved
Hairless & without general is ‘a’ chin, have I revealed too much, catch a wave.
Songs sung as written down incursive or alpha-beta print, daddy is what I said
Mama couldn’t help with the fine tuning of the person in the alley, a deadhead
Back or forth, dying for nothing but a cliché of libertine debauchery all in synch
With hell above and heaven below, the Truth is a Lie to reverse, I am, I do think.
Believe in the silence of the Word and call it a secret key of occult magic spells
Nobody gets out of this world alive, if you don’t know it, imagine sleeping pills
Beer money and champagne taste, that’s been the mantra for eight decades of It
Saying yes & no to fruits of my loom, indeed a squeeze y’all need, It ain’t no chit.
Last word you’re ever going t say is unknown, stay cool, it’s not hot as it looks, si
Yet, it will come back some day before or after you die, preferably now, it’s to be
Carpenter in a dysphoric state of being alive, outer space not on this planet dirt
Into the fire is where the firemen go, it’s as hot as molten lave boiling all squirt.
Accuracy of legitimate deductions from the mating of mentally inaccurate brains
That’s the question, not the answer, genetic DNA crucifies upon a cross of pains
Pumping up the air in the atmospheric ball of confusion gratis, space ice is true
1968 over again, it ain’t my 1st rodeo, in control, funky power, no trouble Blue.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, September 15, 2025 @0600 AMPST
{ Drafted on days & nights when I felt the mood was hittin’ my BAD Blues @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNS_i21_iSo&list=RDeNS_i21_iSo&start_radio=1 , hence inspirational & @KennyWayneShepherdBand @ https://youtu.be/t6VKce4KspQ?si=AMz8W9fGi1mm9Hb2 }
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