I LOVE L.A. UNTIL DAWN,
IT’S WHERE BOOGIE WOOGIE
IT JUST CAME OUT THE BACKWOODS
Even if you never find it, it was worth
more than silver & gold to have attempted it
Makin’ the gold out of the lead when
nobody else knew and all denied it could be
Yet, the boogie woogie is now stacked
up to the ceiling & nobody can take it all away
Arriving with the wind in the morning
& departing with the freight trains on byways.
Drank until drunk more than I needed
to hydrate the H2O & alcohol, now I’m passed out
Allowing my psyche to emerge as the
voice of reason, don’t start laughing, psyche will shout
At you & yours until you relent &
admit that you were wrong & he was right about everything
Reason to believe is without proof,
just a chimera of thoughts unconnected by your bee sting.
Around in circles to increase the
circulation of the words & meaning behind the random signs
With or without a dose of Evil genius
in your souls, the thing itself remains the tie that binds
Hunger and thirst for the sounds and
sights that you feel are your inheritance, a ton of blues
Dead phonies who look forward to three
in a row when they’re lucky to have ripped off two.
Even if it’s not Halloween, I still
feel the need to smash pumpkins on the streets of mobiles
Automatic & manual transmissions
of 4 gears to 18, depending on the trans’ teethed gears
Like it or not, it’s all we have &
all there is as far as we can imagine, given the controls given
By either good fortune or pitched
intelligence which prefers anonymity to fame & worship.
Cartoons morphing into everyday reality
of everyone of us all, babies to elders on the porch
If this wasn’t so catastrophically sad,
I’d laugh out loud uncontrollably in a reverent church
Who y’all put ABOVE yourselves is your
myth & your post-mortem surprise; it’ll be so Fun
Count on celebrating or just going out
with a whimper, it’s a 50/50 chance, it ends with a gun.
Mission is important & impossible
for the normal person, it’s the extraordinary ones who rock
You know some of them, maybe you’re
related to some of them, you all may be one of them
Try harder to stay alive after your final
huff of fresh air, the gas mix sent from the sun block
Finish line crossed out of Timing Everything,
except the Thing Itself; it’s always 12 o’clock rock!
Hordes of red, white and blue fill the
atmosphere to make the bad guys feel very unsafe too
They fear the way they’ll get caught
being an illegal alien from a bad country who didn’t want
Them or their families to remain in
the birth country, kicked them out to stroll the planet blue
Some did & some didn’t make it
through; in the end, rich & poor perish, then y’all get bent!
Throw all your chips in and call the
bluff of the mouth that won’t like it when the loss occurs
You win, but you get shot under the
table as if you didn’t win fair & square, sore loser thirst
To get it all back for free and lose
it all again, that’s what the thrill is for the heart heaven sent
Nobody who is a winner knows this as
the Truth; we die, it’s all over, reward or punishment.
Flowers to smoke or to arrange in a
vase to look at until death do they depart the sugar water
In every case, it’s the cream of the
crop, higher than the phenomenal gender bender scatter
Hot fun, cold days, everyone’s invited
but only the brave & ready to roll, go too low not to go
Down there at the bottom, all else is
looking up, it’s a big stick over your head, so just BLOW!
Don’t be a doobie or a don’t bee, it’s
a program invented to cause failure of the species’ DNA
Parlay all of your earnings and
winnings into a huge pile of Gold & Wisdom, it’s all The Fate
Karma or not, the most excellent news
coming to read all about it is, You & the rest, chimera
Ghostly from first whisp of gas until a Yankee catches a perfect game, forever, ala a Yogi Berra.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, July 8th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1647 PMPST
{ KRACKED this bat on a homer by the last in the lineup, a benchwarmer who thought he was the best hitter on the team, he homered on the final pitch, 3-2 full count, won the game on a Grand Slam, bottom of the 9th, home closer of the regular season, then on to a 4 game World Series and itched another perfect game for the 2nd time in the same season! WHAT? Anyway, jammed this one out of the universe while listenin’ to @TinaTurner #ProudMary in the @Netherlands on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TTfYnRQgKgY?si=NyfCZu3eM1laa9Q8 }
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