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ATYPICAL MARYROSE PHANTASM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan· 

Sunday, September 3, 2018

 

Love grows where my @Rosemary goes and all I can do is follow the #Fengshui of #Zen

It is just a matter of time in space, my face and yours reflecting #Uber wonder and hunger

To kill and eat the meat from the bones of the living things that run from your raw power

Nobody wants to be eaten, dead or alive but if you’re killed by a cat, that’s almighty then.

Could have been a cancelled series, one of those 60’s or 70’s shows, reminisce among dead

Pictures and memories of things that used to be and are no more, due to the natural pothead

Blown away in a cloud of weed smoke, make Ala’s faded life completely obliterate brothers

Grace and prayers will have no effect on the stiffs’ ashes and skulls in graves and DJ lockers.

Lost and found in the same place everything always is, time and time again, it starts at zero

A timeline to the past and future at the moment you know that you are PRESENT, as a hero

Came to the planet’s surface through woman’s egg and man’s seed, absolute nonsense, hole

In this game, I didn’t know I was just a player, disposable diapers’ full of my golden #Soul.

Wild I know, I am and it is what it is, the nature of the beast, sneakin’ like a bat outta hell

Getting out of here alive is impossible for the ones I’ve seen, mouths agape, rigor mortis L

Do not pick me to see the light in the darkness and come back to let the world know, I’m in

In the back way or through the front door, up the side street to the dead end’s mortal sin.

FakeNews Revolution for the speck of dust we angels call home, the gist of it, we’re caput

Off with the heads of the Enjambments and Lincolns, Smith and Jones too, in a fake shootout

Between Good, Evil and the Live, only the Ugly can’t outlive what #Fake heaven too has done

A DNA manipulated by natural selection and astral projection of incorporeal rays of a sun.

In a cult of #RoseWine, a cherry blossom straddles the scent, aglow spice of an ordinary hand

Blame and responsibility for the possession and ingestion of the matrix’ sparkling moon sand

In a manner of speaking, it’s academic because in general, out-of-sight pretenders of #Nigh

Runnin’ the #dozens and engines of creation on empty, I’m immersion in a #MaryRose high.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday September 2, 2018 @ 11:11 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to a cornucopia of #LynyrdSkynyrd HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/J4j7ggZqbiU }

 { HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MAMA, 9-3-1924 @SalvatreseAlfano }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheyDontCallMeTheBreeze #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

LOOSE NUTS FROM TENNESSEE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan @5:55 AM PST

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Cuddle up baby, I’ve got some old news for you and I ain’t got no time like the H & N present

It’s alright if you don’t listen but I am required by contract to fulfill the #HillbillyDeluxe floss

Sweet inheritance of mothers and fathers, daughters and sons of Adam that’s #HeavenSent

From me to you and all of the species here and now, folks present in a revolving spin of Eros.

Small town to the coast’s ocean of salty liquid gas of hydrogen and oxygen, All One, the same

From alleys in Chicago to the bayou in the swamps, to the everglades, backwoods in a holler

I wait for the rest of y’all to catch up to the place we hang, clickin’ longnecks around sundown

Lookin’ for nothin’ but a way to forget you gotta work ten hour days, for a coon smile frown.

Sendin’ me debits to give to the credits just because I loaned you 23 years of my living it up

Boy and girl that was worth it, forgot about all of the childhood and adulthood faux pas cup

With or without the sugar it came and went quicker than gravity’ll suck y’all six feet under it

Underground or ashes mixed-bone and homegrown smoked in a peace pipe’s bowl of #Chit.

Got a hotrod tuned up Saturday night, hillbilly pickup, race ‘round sundown, edge ain’t evens

Smellin’ that black, burned rubber, noxious fumes of the high test injection, coon smile, hens

Didn’t last long until the smokies came cherry-tops blazin’ red and blue, emergency is down

How much can a #hillbilly take? #Homegrown outta Memphis or the ‘sippi, #NASCAR bone.

Alright, alright, it’s alright now because there’s nothing you can do, nobody is The Root, see

Everybody is here and now chiefly due to the smoke and mirrors of the oratorical ancestry

Those who are dead, here and now, they have no stature other than their thoughts of #Hehl

Displaced souls headless because their Origin is Thimphu-like, faux-amoeba in a jar’s #Bell.

Hillbillies from #NorthPole to #SouthPole agree, you and I need to chill in the gods’ foothills

Keepin’ the reins tight, spurs sharp and @Skynyrd ready #McFly so y’all ‘do what thou wilt’

It’s time to move the party from the woods to the river, so the girls can skinny dip our thrills

From #ACDC to #Zeppelin small town bones, big time #DeluxeHillbillies, #Freedom is a kilt.

by

r j j stephan, i {#GunnedDownRoundSundown }

c. 9-1-2018 #Dawn #Sunup Saturday @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while cruisin’ to the #TasteeFreeze listenin’ to #BrooksAndDunn on youTube #HillbillyDeluxe & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/H3QEKT2mk_Q }

  W.W.A.R.D.?

#HillbillyDelux #GiftThatKeepsOnGiving

SHE HAD A LOTTA NEVERENDINGS 

Children won’t know what I was thinkin’ when it all came down to me and the end of the Bay

But you and I know there’s always the #Hehl to pay when you play the game of life just cryin’

Trying to get your way all the time so that you’re the most happy man on a mole hill of #Meh

Thinkin’ about nothin’ except you and me and the future to be, day after day a song of the sin.

Not that nothing is true, false or otherwise but real knowledge is impossible, that’s the Ends

Wind and rain produced by the spin and wobble of the shotgunned hunk, gives you the bends

Gaps and trenches filled in with the gas, homemade, holy seplechure of dreams, beach bones

#Mandingo rats full of mammalian-amphibian DNA, baby Jesus mugged the Buddha Ones.

I recently bought everything on Earth for my personal property, a million things everywhere

I didn’t pay a dime for even one acre, not a hectare or an island, continent or peninsula there

Still bought the dirty remnant of the stardust remaining from the #BigBang of three stooges

Funny Tragedy just an integral part of nights and days you get when you’re one of the rogues.

As I descended into the lower echelons where there is no night and day, I knew I’d go insane

Called the police on my cell phone, #5150 came down hard on my case, shotgun full of #pain

Messed me up and I can’t get my engine back in tune with high octane, fuel injection sparks

I may have to will it to be done like the loco brothers of my #yoyo days, sleepin’ in the parks.

Hobos drinkin’ whiskey and wine, every night in the barroom, all nowhere, far from my home

Love and a need to be with another fired up body of matter munching defecator's, holy Rome

All of that driving beasts of burden, jackin’ jaws of their Blues’ rhythm-skipping’ dusty sluts

Nothing’ll be left, #LapisLazula twilight’ll suck hillbilly deluxe out your hot daughters’ struts.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 31, 2018 Friday @ 4:11 AM PST

{drafted listenin’ to #HillbillyDeluxe @Brooks&Dunn #BrooksAndDunn on youTube}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?