CAROL & I ARE GOING TO MONTEREY AD INFINITUM
I broke my halo out at the shore, near Monterey’s Big Sur, Jesus Christ is all goneAll answers were posited by the guessers who knew nothing, and then they died
So, we all get the same old chances; if they get any chance at all, it’s up to a one
On the feet & healthy, strong legs that take the weight, there’s a maximum load.
I won’t know anything the day I die, & to save some time, already don’t know it
Flow hot to keep it cool, it’ll seize if you cause friction to be present in your ID
Gods know nothing more nor less than the minions do, confused, false superego
Bar fights are over before they start, where I hunt for things that come to blow.
Beginning at the end and leaving the middle to stay at rest in the vacuum, on air
Where you say what you think & we all agree or disagree with the evil, live stare
Halls and markets are empty, everything’s broken beyond repair, you know it all
What becomes of our natural longing for longevity, existence is a chimera ghost.
Victims and the hunters need and want one another, boredom’s ennui last stand
In front of the fear & behind the malfunction, it’s all that you are, one free Will
Be an accident of lust of man & woman, it’s the same as a planned day 1 family
It’s still a murder of crows whether you like it or not; it’s not my call, what’ll be.
It will be foretelling the story as if it is a means to the Way, Truth about a Pitch
Never repeat the operation twice, or it’ll go on a roll & it’ll never stop the itch
Homeless encampments have rats and trash from the many minions of ape ilk
Education of the young orphans and mistreated children on 5150 parents’ milk.
It may not get better than this, but for certain, it could be worse; it’s been said
Only you and I know the meaning of life, get hungry, work to eat, or you’re dead
Not to cast aspersions and blame on the innocent & wild-eyed boys led by nuns
Fear & loathing of all the above leaves Nothing out, over & done without reruns.
Heard the herd approaching from the rumble of the ground, vibration warning
Out of the way of the stampede is not only a good idea, but it’s about surviving
Even if you hate your place in Space, you still don’t want to stop breathing, et al
If you go too soon, you’ll return ad infinitum, just do the thing you do, play Ball!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, May 11th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, May 11th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
{ Broke this out of
the twilight zone while jammin’ to @ACDC’s #SoulStripper on
youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CgPgNzQYQQ4?si=xAhobZMRMtoiBTj3 }
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