OVER THE H2O, GOD'S DAMNED SHAME SUNDOWNER SYNDROME
Everything is much hotter when it moves nowhere but behind the Earth's mud and blood, it's all cool
Completed in the fraction of a moment it took to think about the things themselves, all sex & candy
Everything else is just a ticket to the rides of a lifetime, talkin' Silver Streakin' on the Bobs' & Mice
Searchin' for my home sweet, it was there at Riverview at Belmont & Central or just throw the Dice.
It used to be with the philosopher's stones but I buried them in the empty lot they built a Mall atop
Engines of the Fire Department, Engine #99, philosopher's stone was there, I swear, I ain't no cop
If I was, I'd bust the tables, the tablets & the denizens who like to rumble for the final Time in Space
Hard roads to travel daddio, but also up on the Jove, I lost the thing itself, my best friends know it all.
Lead got turned into the gold that ain't nobody's fool, the engines are in the drone, infinity immanent
Spilled the last bottle of wine my grandpa made from scratch, we stepped on the grapes like in cement
Fools and sharp dressed men lookin' for love in the good, bad & ugly places, lookin' to get a girl in bed
To be or not to be, those babies in the eggs' pool, 2nd city had 'em all but then 50 states of me unfurled.
Finish at the happy ending, the hookers know the cash means everything, food & shelter of a lab rat
Monkeys look like us, their feet are like hands to catch the branches to be climbed, limb by limb that
Mirrors have no reflection of the crime in the streets, asphalt or country dirt, above and below the line
I know, you know, they know, we all do what is necessary to survive another day, above the Stop Sign.
Justice of Socrates and Plato remain while they're all gone, we're still here but things will change it all
Things like magic overrule the good, bad & ugly, it's the color of blackness' blues, deep or shallow fall
From the high-dive or just off of cliffs of the 1970's, when I was a kid, had no kids, just me & AM radio
Flashbacks to 1972 & on to the day after tomorrow in 2027, favorite stations, WLS & WCFL Chicago.
Saw a Led Zeppelin and that was the best of all the days before & after, still haven't crashed, I'm blown
Rocks rolled down the foothills and made me hard as the liquor I gleaned out of the Mash, no i-phone
Had to find a payphone, Mother Bell helped us talk from far away, all across the planetary dead air lies
From the Alpha to the Omega place in Space, above or below the mud, blood & beer, Truth's surprise.
Before and after we all get conceived and deceived, it'll never be the way it was before, a Void emptied
Of light and grace form the divine being of a ghost, one or thirteen, they'll be here-there, gods all bleed
Stupid idiots and morons without language signals, to warn and beware of the dogs of war, once bitten
Scars and tattoos cover it all up so well, nobody can see the thing itself, what you are is what I am, a sin.
Mortal one watchin' the revolution of the wobble and orbit of the star called my sun, handcuff I've worn
Between Volkswagens and Cadillacs moved my bones and all of our gangs' forms' shapes, graph porn
Deadheads still alive, hangin' on for the days that are gone forever, wasted time in the ragtop of my papa
My longhair or bald head divulged the philosophy of existence, a lucky guy my dad, thank you mama!
Jump out of the flyin' craft, missed the ocean's raft, swam upon the salted H2O, I ran out, couldn't sing
Sunk down below the surface to feed the whales & snakes, all there ever was, not a damn one, nothing
Beer and Spirits keepin' the combination locks secret from 14 to 94, then we released all of the hounds
Picked the blackberries in the foothills, walked barefoot on the asphalt from Cool to Pilot's Hill ground.
Be kind to every soul, they've arrived on Earth to assist the cosmic asphalt, God & Man just a ritual job
What's a UFO, it's unidentified because the zones open & close without a trace, I earned it, hence I rob
Wisdom and knowledge inside the infant-baby that results, form a climax of wicked & wise ring a bell
Proof of Life, proof of Death, gateway form volcano entrance to the bottomless pit on the way to a Hell.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 4th, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Crafted in utero 76 years ago not in Yo Mama! While listenin' to THE @TowerOfPower LIVE, #OaklandStroke https://youtu.be/CVbeMyQaH1Q?si=jFlL9TKbUrglSPSN }
A MILLIONAIRE, ' I GOT A WOMAN WITH EYES THAT SHINE,
DOWN DEEP AS A DIAMOND MINE '
