Originally sinned in a garden called Eden with Eve & I take it you know I’m Stacy’s mom’s husband, I’m Stacy’s dad and we’ll take this real slow My daughter likes you, she’s on birth control & no doubt told you, hence You now know a little bit and you can guess the rest, no nonsense tense.
As I move in double speed, I stop in double time and never skip a C-note If it greases my palm, the deal is sealed, gentleman’s agreement, no vote Hop along the dotted line with your John Hancock, scribble above & below Monsters of the Midway and Miners of the Gold bring out the best in flow.
Gone downstream from the hatchery ladder just to get lured by the flies Biting them, chewing the bait without getting snagged, steelhead’s lies You and the Kings and Silvers got together after the gutting and BBQ digs Offered their spirits that now grace your innards a chance to live as a man.
How magnanimous of the eating machine, drunk lush spit for elimination To be free from being behind bars without a key, locked into submission Due to the inability to follow ten simple commands of the gods, mortality Only way to stay alive is to fight for survival, to be fit, to smell and to see.
Aftertaste just as good as the original one, dream in a dream at one Used to think that the thing itself was something other than what I am Then I opened the third eye I didn’t know I had, I saw the Truth of stars Ergo, as I lay dying, I choked the jerk-off, then a guy walked into the bar.
On the tile floor next to the bar-stool, a last gasp went in & out my blood I recall floating above the bar looking for Jose & Jack, at one for Bay mud Pricking the soft matter to control the excited atoms, pin cushion’s proof That the holes I’ve created close with the passage of years, I am the goof.
A hundred years ago just like a hundred years from right here & now, zero As close as I can get to a word to mean the concept of the Void, God’s hero Blame all of the inconvenient Truths seen with our own lyin’ eyes, ‘ai’ One Intelligence as artificial as your mother, she’s two hundred years old, son.
Bridges to pass from mass to mass keeps your feet & horses’ hooves dry Like your powder that provides persuasion, blue, purple or red rover high All events pass into historical vortexes nobody can ever retrieve ala dead Honor, obedience, reverence keeps your survival mode aloft, I am I said.
by r j j stephan, i c. Mercredi April 4th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1755 hours PMPST
Cocks crow without regard for the sad days & nights, we’re skating on God’s thin ice
Steppin’ out on board hard rock stones & pebbles, Doctor Karl Marx was NOT nice Any old man that’s unhealthy in the body, toe to brain scalp, will attempt extinction By 2025 until 2525 Anno Domini, you will disappear into thin air, drink a lot of gin.
Inebriated you’ll be able to handle the theft of your liberty, you forgot you had fans Together in the set of all monkeys in the barrel we can hold the cold, dead hands Anybody knows how true the false prophets’ wisdom is, it’s Easter Sunday conjob That a human can be alive since conception, die with a cold, dead heart to throb. Lies ala mouth to mouth respiration to words of false prophets & mothers of gods Spirits locked in a bottle with the genie who awaits the first of seven straight shots This is not that, it’s more than this too, so this & that won’t take care of some stuff Like your brain’s functional free will’s monkey-shines that reflect a goat in a gruff. Evil spelled in reverse is Live which is no mere coincidence, it’s Divine Will fixed Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune & all up there in Uranus Features of the Big Bang’s solar system in a myriad of galaxies full of intrigues Mysteries of speculative analysis have downloaded the data of idiotic obliques. Apes became naked & frozen as ice until the killers covered their hooves nails Foot and hand to mouth, it’s the way that’s narrow & dark, all except one fails You know who it is, we all know who it is, pumping your fuel into your gas tank Simple as Sad Sack, son, simple-minded & down from the high horse’s shank. Bring your mother to the fight, throw your sister & daughter under a hot dog bus Oscar Meyer or a home-made sausage compress, but anyway, it’s all about us Holy smokes you can change the economic presentation of socialist love of fear Bring a knife to a gunfight & you better be a ninja & whack your own ass in gear. Sorting through the atoms in the categories, nothing is more or less, all of it Nothing below or above the catastrophic perspective, extinction galactic chit Can’t reproduce a species that triggers mass extinction moronic idiots of gods Every single divine entity has nothing to do with our lives, only you & I know it. Eliminate your mother and father from your origin and you do not exist here now Wake up and don’t be #Woke with your eyes wide open, make it be so, low blow Sort of the categories of substance by all Henny Penny folks, Chicken Little kids In or out through a portal you can’t find, explaining the life of hobos on the skids. Finally remember why I agreed to the conception deception, it’s I’m sorry game Powerballs hangin’ low like a ripened fruit, ready for the win & ticket to the fame Stupid idiot understands where all prey has hidden diamonds & gold, unmanned Smart & evolved due to adaption to conflict resolution of footsteps in white sand. A lot of water on this planet which is good because others have zip but dry bones Buried as if it means anything other than false hope for the impossible dream sons Coming from an imprint of an original father of us all, cosmic anomaly on i-phones Without the charge of bovine scatology being disseminated through insemination. Criminals are indistinguishable from your close associates and extended family Of aunts, uncles, cousins, great grandparents, parents & siblings in land of free Humanity being both above and below the Origin of Species becomes extinction The media is complicit in allowing no negative impact reporting on POTUS sin. Fins up means that you’ve kissed in the @JimmyBuffett club of drinkin’ Jack & 7 Honor for the dishonorable, always a mortal sin & maybe your soul is forgiven Simpleton monument to the inverse induction of periods and quarters of games Portions of BBQ’d T-bone steak you cut to bite-size you can toss to the dames. Hiccup in my deep throat where I hide the top secrets of the realm, my command Fixed your brothers and sisters up with their mothers’ heads on silver platters and But the problem is, all the boys and girls want all of the joy in the world’s mortal sin War and battles for the upper hands will actually suffice as the trigger for extinction. Boring as the ultimate ennui, it’s the shake of the chills you get when nerves tweak You can make it happen or it can be caused by the strangers who invoke a squeak Harmony for a moment, then it’s back to the origin, chaos’ atomic fission in a bomb Sunday to Saturday, every week ad infinitum, Time rolls on, minute by minute’s aum. Hills climbed; mountains conquered to get what’s up near the top of the river’s head It’s been said that there’s only one thing left to do before we die, get on your knees Prayer won’t do any good at all except give you a solid illusion that it makes bread Donations for the charity creating orphans & destitute soldiers that school the dead. I cared for a lot of the breaths I’ve taken, in and out ad infinitum, it makes all oxygen Move to the heart and soul through the lungs and circulating blood of a Hebrew jinn Makes sense that you fished for the understanding you’ve gleaned out the Cosmos Time and Space collapse right now, Singularity stretched your mass, crush it Hose! Shadows all need a light, I’m smokin’ until I get the illusion full of the fake fight in 1982 Santa Barbara on @DoobieBrothers opening from the get-go it’s just Matter & the blue Flame on to keep light in the darkness fired up, a torch for your freakin’ dime rhymes Took it to back streets, blew horns, beat drums, strummed all three axes’ iced sickles. Perfection be underestimated by guys & girls who live to rock Blues’ A-Train herds Fabulous and fantastic beyond expectations where gods can’t die of heart attacks Born to be wild and monkeyed around until I learned to raise Cain, lie to Abel & Eve Just another Adam in paradise, ma & pa left me to rock alone, yo Theresa & Steve!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, March XXXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST
