MARCHING PAST THE IDES OF MARCH - ET TU BRUTE? ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, @PabloPicasso #StoneBlueRockNRoll

BLACK LIGHTS’ DARKNESS

Now and then, you’ll be honored by a pass from being the food on the table to the elevated bread-winner

You know who is and who ain’t the one to depend on as it comes down to the bottom-line image sputter

Only the privileged and honored know what it’s like when it’s time to kill for food or die being another meal

For the good, the bad & the ugly, it’s all we’ve got, I am one, not above the fray, below the sewer’s gold seal.

Wonder silently or aloud, you’re lucky to have gotten a single huff of this air the gods smelled before The End

Tried your best, all good enough for a hundred-year run, a bit more or less, you’ll know when you know I offend

Just because you thought you were so pretty, so smart, hotter than the hottest potato on the block’s sack of grit

Run the dozens, oh so outrageous, let me digress to the tube of you, I’ll run stax-o-wax up on the in-country DMZ.

Guns with rounds of bullets goin’ from steel to blood and bone, battle battalions of disagreements who lost it

Last breath comin’ out of the many dead men, we hear them all breathe in and breathe out, black belts spilt

Journey to the stars with rock and roll guitars, I liked to rock inside and out before the rocks turned harder, so

I’m the original OG rock, not the Kid Rock; nobody is The Kid, carry the load on your back until it breaks in two.

Fight less than the losers who lie down with dogs; they want goats, they want the shepherds to double back

Like the old ZZ Top song, y’all gotta double back again, ad infinitum, unless you want to get lost in a haystack

Beating the timing, that’s everything, 5150 always pretended to be, illegitimate children, good enough to eat

Appetites come and go, there’s no telling why, it’s the nature of the beast, all fun & games, let me be. treat.

Blacks and whites painting the picture, no color from purple ultraviolet to infrared low wavelength, it’s 5150

Again, place in Time is around the center of your conscious ego; it’s going to break your stride in a salty sea

God’s blessing, I, something is coming you’ll see for the sake of the schemers & dreamers underneath the pit

Nearly set on fire, Ohio Blue Tips in a box, ready to burn Chicago down again, west side to south side’s chit.

Artistic one year and dissolved like salt in water the next century, millennia forward or backward, death mode

It’s so hot, you can’t handle it all in your hands, nowhere in your presence may you ever touch the heat’s burn

Violated Law of Cause & Effect & Thermodynamics will precede the extinction of all living species here, so soon

Categorical displacement of Substance & Form that molecular structures formulate in dot-dashed Morse code.

Games with rules, everything else is broken outside of the games, either you play by play, or you are all caput

Feeling head to toe, health & the lack of it, periodically to heal before the next damage seeks to find an input

All is a deep well behind a vaulted, lead door without a lock or key; it opens only if magic thus spake, says me

Clocks created to tick away Time’s Presence, as quickly as possible, recover dead souls among us that can’t be.

Updated the outdated, fresh out of time, no air left for any of us to gasp, don’t smoke, don’t inhale cosmic dust

Down the well with me, where the light disappears from your holy body you’ll never survive without the iron rust

League balls, pitched, caught, hit, thrown out of the game before the 1st inning was at the bottom, I am an ex-con

Convicted of a crime I never committed, I took a fall for my brothers & sisters, I saved them from evil bogeymen.

On or off the border with the oceans of wet gas, H2O in empty Space surrounded and infused, Hades’ apple cider

Satiated one bite after the other, metabolizing the protein and enhancing condiments to highlight the scent of her

Cooking in a kitchen or at a BBQ spit, it all comes down to this: we grow, kill it and eat it before being rear-ended

That’s life, and in between we fill it full of fun & anti-climactic bull scat, disguised as an a priori Truth; I’m offended.

Punishment for the crimes will be recompense for the loss of the victims’ personal space, dwindling by tick tock

An eye for an eye & a tooth for a tooth are the recommended measures of Karma meted out by the muck and mire

Thrown up death that can’t be digested in the excretory manner, think it out to the ultimate penultimate in a crock

Slippery slope disguised to persuade the Good & the Bad, that the Ugly is the stoker of the hottest sparks of Fire.

Dissolving like the witch in the Wizard of Oz, it’s all about the water, and if you can’t manage the Truth, dive deeper

Fly the flags to warn all that approach, if you want to die, y’all shake up the hive a bit; it’ll make your entire day, sir

You actually don’t know what you believe you know, no way you can prove that anything at all is true, and I doubt it

Seen, heard, smelled, touched, tasted & absorbed into a soul, that’s Life, it’s what people say, it is done, complete.

by

r j j stephan, i

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

c. Mercredi, 3-25-2026 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

WHO’S THAT CHICK?

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