THE STEPPENWOLF IN SUBURBIA
AKA
Now, how do you do?
Lower than you want to go, down by the limbo stick's 12-inch
Bills to pay only because the collector found your corner pitch
Your wages are garnished now, you labor non-gratis & pay tax
On everything, everybody has their own personal take on facts.
What I am, what you are, what all of this reality we face is too
That's the valley of fools and tools who facilitate a black & blue
It's Peace that evens up the score to produce the moody havenot
All Marxian, Stalinist, Leninist stuck like glue to an astronaut.
War and what comes between hot, fiery turbulence of enemies
Look at the Truth, if the world's not a ghetto, then it's all dust
In the solar wind comin' out a burning ball of gas, day to seize
Happiness is the goal, peace or war, still strive for the goalies.
Man and Woman make more, anti-species enhancement, all gay
No casting aspersions, the fact is, if you don't repro, y'all 'll pay
For your great-grandchildren's inheritance will be Hell on It
All the H2O dried up; only the melted snowcaps turned to s#it.
Bummed under the sun, a beautiful dream opened out the sky
Blown mind, with no anchor, no help from above, a heaven-sent
No harm done, atop a mountain or below the ebb tide currents
Grass grows to be eaten & smoked, wine is to spill into gullets.
Matter and the forms taken in random fashion, mixed divinity
Earth dirt, sun and revolution of the Wind and the Fire all up
Monkey in charge, no kidding, who'd have thought, all bald too
All down further than you should, all's safe & solid cosmic stew.
You know super-cool is your pleasure, some don't get no trippin
For those about to rock, you see, you hear, taste & smell the feel
Bloodkeep at it, a soul-matter from degrading into cosmic dust
Groovin' & movin' as if there ain't no tomorrow, as if it's a sin.
Funk from Seattle to L.A., easy to glean down the ONE, a way
Coast up & on the down-low, gettin' to high on Big Sur today
Wisdom lies fallow in the disappearing coastal red dirt & rock
Humming right along as if there's no tomorrow, tic-toc clock.
Alarms goin' off, hear the sirens & loudspeaker blair, "FUCC"
All day, every day, 24/7/365, music in & out of the holy water I
Who I am is obvious to the deaf & dumb, the blind have a clue
Nothing without light, without sun, there's only radiated heat.
Not lucky without the rods & cones doin' the magic this schlog
Yet, life still animates the thing, learning the world of the One
Speaking displays the Many, all One's amorphous, sick of fun
If & only if it will soothe your soul, recall God is reverse Dog.
Hungry and transforming matter into the good & bad moves
I got mine, I hope you get yours, you think, so get the grooves
I know you can, even if you are orphaned, magic awaits y'all
Find it inside, not in another but in you, eyes wide open, chill.
Mirrors break, your face & heart really can't, sellers & buyers
Animate Thought, I think that should clue you in on new fires
Smoke, drink or breathe in and out, deeply animate wonders
Bet you wonder how I know so much; you'll never know why.
Ear figuratively down the line of the grapevine, it's white lies
Nobody knows, we all heard it somewhere, under blues' skies
Chicago to Seattle, Miami to L.A., Dixie to Jersey, full of these
Rats, all too human, mate to cause The Xtinction of all species.
Deep in dark caves of emptiness, beyond your wild imagination
You'll be trippin' from Pope to pauper in the alley pickin' trash
Similar to the moment before your parents' climaxing embrace
A moment after you cease to exist, same old story, abort, Space.
Some poetry in motion runs into forces that absorb power
Sucking as a vampire, anything to be eaten & gravitate lower
Thinking about it now, are you? Just sayin' it's gonna amaze
Nothing I can help you with, so drink wine & have a nice day!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, 5-27-MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Shucked this out of my muse this AM while jammin' to some @CHICAGOtheBand #GoodyGoody XO on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bn8viWNfLyc?list=RD8gvnt_6l9CE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
"... existence does not require panic to matter.
That’s wisdom." - unknown ai
I searched for God
in collapsing stars—Carol Ann asked
if I remembered
to eat.
Or:
The void kept calling.
Carol Ann answered
the phone first.
The cosmos may be eclectically odd—
I DO
The stars burned out
on schedule.
Empires vanished
right on time.
Signals drifted
past their source
and kept going.
Then you looked at me—
small kitchen light,
hands trembling slightly—
and said:
“I do.”
The universe
never sounded larger.
