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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—

but somewhere inside it,
Richard Joseph Stephan still has Carol Ann,

and that may be the one signal
the void never fully erased.

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.

Soul Down Spirit Up #TracksSmokeBBKing @PINK #PINK

MOON HOLLOW, HOLY CHEESE IS SWISS

You must get up pretty early in the morning to fool me since I wake up about 3-4 AMPST 
Hear the sounds of silence as if that was nothing at all, when it’s infrared/UV light to see
Soul searchin’ in all the wrong places, it makes you forget for a while, world keeps turnin’ 
One day you’re up on top, next day you fall down and bash your face in, a tiny mortal sin.

I was on board and I hope y’all get aboard too, you’ll have to do a bit of soul-searchin’ too 
Nobody gets out alive, and it’s time to find out & realize that the fun you had was all cool 
Bridges burned with the last breath, no tellin’ the survivors whether it’s good, bad, or ugly 
They will find out in due time, you know, as you float above the Earth's surface & bury me.

Fools and martyrs giving their all to the heroes and villains, still they’re all soul-searchin’ 
It’s going around, like the Flu or COVID-19, passing into the ether to the noses tweakin’ 
Disconcerting as it must be to find out that the Truth sayers were all just fabricating lies 
God, so cool down my heart, soul’s slowin’ it all down, like a ghost of my hot hell fires.

You know what I know and I know nothing, that’s all there is to the ontology known 
What is at stake to justify the incredible journey from nowhere but sperm and egg 
It’s easy to figure it all out if you have a minute before your dad met your mom’s leg 
You know what happened then in the next seven decades, searchin’ silver lines.

I have the lead and I’m turnin’ it into gold, being bold, I will transmutate the thing itself 
Turning into what I am, all that I am, everything else matters as it did 'fore true self 
Chopin’s hot air into the reeds and pipes blowin’ out the melody of the angel’s symphony
Hard roads made of jelly rolls and poprocks, tokin’ spiffs, philosophers got the Stone, G!

Enter this hole in the matrix, it’s the ghetto of stray dogs and cats with their mice & rats
Don’t shoot the messenger’s mouth off; he shoots his mouth off all the time, he’s all sick
Visit your skull’s contents, transform the thoughts into feelings, and then obfuscate Time
Space will be mostly imaginary since your vision may be double, but it’s not the rhyme.

Blind faith in the invisible yet highly probable and very likely the Truth, we’re here alone 
There’s no Go above or below this planet, as the astronauts & astronomers, God’s a drone 
Bodies dropping at 32 feet per second, per second as they should, death is life’s destiny 
No matter if you’re in pain or in your sleep, absolutely Void swallowing it all, all about me.

Blisters on your feet and fingers, thanks to repetition and all too human skin, I’ll pierce it 
Part prime time and part empty space, full to show the random collision cause & effect blitz 
Armed and dangerous as all Americans ought to be, we don’t allow the entanglement light 
Fixed number above and below zero, multiply zero times zero and get out of the fist fight.

You know, like I know what stands to reason, out of this world has no reference to language 
Just Void, Nothing at all, synchronize A’s B’s & C’s in separate categories of specific lineage 
Baseball, basketball, football, hockey, racing cars, all done in one way or another UFO craft 
Blood in the water, on the slide, atop the blue water turning yellow-orange into the riff-raff.

Sycophantic one by one, they all came down the stairs to the cellar where the fine wine set 
Its grapes settled into the glass to make the drinker drunk in the not-too-distant future jet 
Dreams let you down, reality can’t match the smoke exactly, it keeps turnin’ into bull scat 
Moments just needs and desires to avoid the Void presence, it sticks to the stank y’all shat.

Bread just grain consecrated by dirt and water and sunlight, keepin’ the life nice & satiated 
Dreams come and go like the trips you take with the minions & their relatives, alive or dead 
Creepin’ into the consciousness of peace & love, there’s extinction & surprise terminations 
Juke box with music of notes A to G, voices and instruments of melody and harmony sins.

Got what I ain’t got, to my love I left alone with a cold body without my invisible soul, I leave 
All that I am, all I ever was from the day I was born until I died in 2051, hundred-year weave 
Writing about it 25 years before the deed’s done, broke in a time warp collapse, snort blow 
Now, I’ll see what’s left of a mystery nobody knew, a secret, one for the road, mi amigo Lido!

How high or low can you go for the limbo pole, fall in and fall down, broken knee for sure 
Fear and loathing for that thing itself, the first mover is paralyzed in a state of chaotic rest 
Doing nothing or doing everything makes you play both ends of the game, stuck middle hit
Womb rumba to an embryo growing from one cell to a dead human, Spring fever. guilty s#it.

 

 by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 4-24-2026 @ 2010 hours PMPST

{ Creepin’ this out while listenin’ to 25th Anniversary Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Concerts

https://youtu.be/C-wx4w-HUkI?si=btyFNNTCd2lTRiwc }Top of FormBottom of Form

#BurntWaterFrozenStiff #ChicagoHITSman

SLIPPED AWAY INTO AN OLD MAN’S SEA

Gods can’t see since eyes are required, blind fold the light into the Void, empty white trash

Know you are what I am, coagulation of gas, liquid & solid gold, leftover solar, all rosy rash

Pricking your pin cushion with a point that matters, straight or bent, unburdened ol’ mamas

Mental illness’ filling the RNA to transfer to the eggs and sperm in the repo-womb of papas.

Idiot moron trolls teaching freaks how to act, how behavior affects your mind’s trippin’ fuss

Priests from top to bottom, neo-conservatives, you’re on fire to be burnt for the sake of US

Lead the followers over the cliff, on the way to the smashed 208 bones, delusion remains cool

Fear itself is inside the morons educated by all morons, K-12 & beyond this mutant gene pool.

Brilliant boys and girls have rubbed a POTUS’ hair on his leg to tickle a maggoty fancy, no fun

Dougie is here too! But anyway, sickness unto death emerges every century, many to the One

Competence of One mind’s eye when in the middle of chaos, deliver a word salad, it’s all gone

On a byway to the extinction of ape species, step back to Cro-Magnon mind, all Man’s godson.

Jack ass has false teeth to keep within the tiny mouth, cry like actors who die of cigar smokes

Something is right about the present status of the world, kill the life until it’s extinct, blokes

Fear the air between your ears, out of control in the eyes of your own parents, lie down dogs

Lookin’ into my eyes, you see a sea of unknowing, revealed by accidental breach of the fog.

Bringing you out of synch one-on-one to the game, we’ll play by our own rules, no game over

Until I say so, there’s no free will or low-information choice allowed in the command tier drop

Tracing the payroll and the body parts on the frozen journey from dead to dying guy, all saved

Magic touch on my hand to your arms and face, then I hand it to you, you jump aboard, loved.

This I can tell you, what can’t be seen with naked eyes, blind men view as hum of a demigod

Infinitesimal ‘g’ expresses the real & rational, the large ‘G’ reserved for pagans It’s all but got

Everything from subatomic to macro galactic sizes of matter, all substance as above, so below

Knowledge of wisdom is insufficient for homeostasis; only distant death completes seed-sew.

Tragedy is that no Time is wasted on Comedy, laughing at all the super folly of human roasts

Boys and girls pre-teen onto the final projection of the trajectory, an underground, empty cup

Completely finalized once the last gasp blows you away from the injected venom, holy ghosts

Came & saw the way it is, the way it was & suspect the way it will always be, Big Sur surf’s up.

Brain worked from the first hunger cry in the world of air, water, and unseen concepts of gold

Not the fool’s type, the real veins descended from the pure lead, the cooled big bang untold

Pretending that the kings and shepherds of past millennia have had a handle on the Presence

Until we awaken & figure we can’t go for that bill of goods, It’s evil spelled backward, Live Ns.

It’s simply too complicated to run the deductive or inductive reasoning in a vacuum of spunk

Old ladies and old gentlemen have the no can do attitude & they can’t do it, gotta have funk

Without the essence, the rest remains preconceived in a notion; it’s the definition of the gist

Meaning that post-mortem actuality is a moot point, bliss right here & now, I am what it Is.

Beatniks and Hippies greeted the adolescent minds with revolution, then levied the taxes

On labor & inheritance, expecting more as the body ages, receiving much less for battle axes

By magic dragons or puffs of the smoke from burnt pine leaf, terps to warp the skirts of hens

So below as it was above, before & after Time’s presence, #STFU & now you know too, gents.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche May 18th MMXXV Anno Domini at 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #LeaveMeAloneImAFamilyMan by #MikeOldfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tOFarDcaGUY?si=pnw_PvxXbGdvpqv0 } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

What Is Hip? Tell me if you think you know. @TowerOfPower #IdLikeToKnow #BackToTheGoodOldDaze #OnTheBorder #JamesDean

On the border, there’s no peace of mind

Which forms of possible life shapes are created upon this planet, and which forms play a skit

Question everything, proverbial conundrum answer using logic & reason yields theory knots

Knowledge and wisdom from the teenage years revolving around the sun are scarce; I forgot it

What you’ve had since your conception in the womb is a vivid hallucination of Indian ink blots.

No, there will be no elucidation of the polymorphic statements to follow, onto beg, but what if

Nothing lasts forever, and being fortunate to be present and conscious are the holy souls, all in

The atmosphere is surround sound built to foster the illusion that Nothing is something to spin

No need to become a beast of burden, as I watch a monster herd plunge off of a dead-end cliff.

Sixteen years around the sun and suddenly a few decades later you’re runnin’ down eighty plus

It’s just luck that allowed my presence to remain above ground, take my word for it, I’d be dust

In or out of the military service didn’t matter to me; danger was everywhere I went to visit y’all

This or that side of the Pacific Ocean, my water under the bridge, my arse rolled into an 8-ball.

The category of the substance is the shape and form of the subatomic reactions here and now

When we die, as all life does, you will either be blacked out of light or soul-jump a time zone

Hardball or softball must be thrown, caught, or hit by a wooden bat; only you & I know it’s true

Never see the Truth with blinded eyes, know the Truth inside your heart & soul, sky god all blue.

Whiskey & Rye close the deal, what was for sale is bought, hook, line & sinker for cold hard cash

It becomes divided when you’re one solid piece is broken by a tragedy you can’t delete & dash

Deeply unconscious beyond being awakened by a noise from the environment, the ego is dead

Neither the superego nor the id has any presence either; it’s extinction, go to sleep, go to bed.

Wind at our backs once the awareness becomes the grave we’re buried in, underground or not

This life after death will not allow recollection of life before death; nobody will recall their robot

It’s a bit cruel for the ones who put their time into blind faith & the prophets of doom or reward

For being obedient to a standard of morality, to be a good human being who does no evil ever.

Treating every life form as if they are you & you must survive the threat of extinction of all of us

What I am is what I am, a being breathing in and out for the duration of my transitory existence

An empty mind at first filled to the hilt with nonsense to the apex alpha male, Australopithecus

Epic tragedy & comedy becoming both absurd & everything there is, ain’t no god in any of us.

Horrible as above as it is below, empty outer space of heavenly ether’s stayin’ alive is sacrosanct

Jump or don’t jump, wait, what? I’ll survive a fall, nobody survives a room on fire, BBQ smack

Advent or Lent won’t save your soul, Adamic & Evealicious apple on a wisdom-free snake tree

Evolved calculus, existential realist be damned, 10 commandment trippin’, yielded immortality.

Bagged and packaged for resale, you will love the finale of the comedy and the tragedy, all good

Nevermore will it ever be necessary to fabricate the Truth, no hiding from the killers of the food

Reality parsed into subjects and objects for predication, all names of people, places & hotrods

One cell bacteria and viruses all with the code for survival, a perennial safe place for One God.

Ghetto at the bottom of the mountain returns to the bottom of the sea, Earth’s wobbling, amen

Could have and would have if I might have had the opportunity that was knocking at my indoor

Outdoor movies kept my attention for 10 minutes, maybe 20, before I headed for a concession

Those girls were some daughters of some mothers and fathers I had never usually met in prison.

Ants and the other insects were here before mankind, before the primates arrived by accident

A mutation due to radiation means everything is everything, today, yesterday, every single day

You developed faith and hope and charity, yet you’re still a hopeless sceptic, love with intent

Fruit in the garden attracts the rats and roaches, paradise gets creepy, crawling vermin to play.

Thunder’s down under the direct objects, you’ll see the lightning first, then it’s bam and boom

A sign that there’s something more to life than just me fulfilling me, my needs and wants soon

Thinking I’m not gonna live forever, mortality is my forte, I know the Truth and I’ve no reprieve

Song of Delaney & Bonnie, intrigue in a loop, #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow, don’t refuse to believe.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March 9th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Tricked my psyche into this hoax of saying something about nothing for 900 words or less while listenin’ to @DelaneyAndBonnie #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/O0EJAzTmo9w?si=bfEmizI_RzGCsqJ6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

My Muse.