DROP THE BALL BABY SON,
SOMETHING 'BOUT MAMAS' @MIDNIGHT
SOMETHING 'BOUT MAMAS' @MIDNIGHT
Beer pressed against our lips, whiskey shots for the babies in bassinets and cribs all asleep
Cripple Creek flowin’ at 2 AM, it’s just a quiet void makin’ Nothing’s hole-flow of the groove
I was just asleep and dreamin’ in my waterbed, took a gummy to find the dreams I approve
Nothing special about the events, they begin and end as usual, I’m the s#it all hope to reap.
Girls listen up, teenagers, middle agers, old babes’ wrinkled, over-kissed two lips of the god
One that fills the Void with invisibility of critical theories, category of substance too platonic
Breathe deeply above & below the grounds of being, RNA coded DNA self-destruct schtick
Cause is 1st not 2nd or 3rd but indeed, Absolute Effect’s imploding explosion to smithereens.
Know the wise men and women who have the cajónes & empty wombs created this History
First origin before anything blew up, pristine & neutral, out of gear without an unholy query
Dropped the tailgate for us, come out of the cab & have some Negro Modelo, sun dress off
Naturally, I’m the one that gets benefits from the benefactor, I’m the only One left to cough.
Blind belief in the unthinkable and unknowable, inexpressible without hope to fine the Truth
It’s empty as the whole shebang that spins and rolls along the ecliptic, forever & then some
You and I assume the premises as we’re programmed as a cyber fix for a species extinction
Hang up your hopes and dreams, let them collapse into the Singularity, back to original sin.
Obey nobody, obey no regulated behavior, obey no laws that omit venial and mortal blows
To whom it may concern, comprehend the gist of the kiss welcoming the sperm that flows
As the protozoans leave their wasted tracks embedded in the trees’ grassland smoke & fire
Pulled in the air, held it in longer than Life allows, huff, blow, choke, cough, straits are dire.
Nobody’s gonna get hurt while living the life of the good, bad & ugly, a naturally sweet screw
Smoked replacements got fired up in a jiffy, flammable after a beatdown, shots of fire spew
Greater than zero and less than infinity, Time and Space full of mass fully embedded souls
Every single One of a Many animate God’s petri dishes of viral bacteria, The End, I’m Boss!
Deliver all of it, Nothing but Something and it appears you’re a modern genius, all full of It
One professional or naïve, amateur animation of the 208 bones we’ve gleaned, that’s it, Life
As it’s always been, so it will always be, an immortal’s trip on light’s miracle of a blown star
Energy and Mass in a trajectory to the Void origin, joker is the Big Guy speeding way too far.
Gimme a buck shot and a beer boilermaker, belly up to the bar, I’m flush, I’m inebriated, so
Ready to pass out in a mud ditch, behind a Ferrari steering when doin’ 165 in a 40 MPH zone
She too was wrapped around my core, against an oak tree, I was pinned in a Chevy Camaro
Loaned wheels from brothers of others’ mothers, 32 teeth knocked out my face, lips blow.
Now and then, you stop a moment to renew the power lost by work and play, eat and drink
To be mighty or just to make it through the nightmares and dreams I can’t smell yet it stank
Too bad to be good, day after the rigor mortis, there’s no sign of super-ego or Id, no my dear
My way on a 49 highway, reconnoitered by The Cause, found it drunk on blood lust & in fear.
by
r j j stephan, I
c. Jeudi, January 1st, MMXXVI Anno
Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted ‘round 2 AM while jammin’ to @KipMoore #SomethinBoutATruck on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E?si=lXZhA_RAI4itjqNW }
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