SKIN AIN’T IN THE CRACK, ROCKO
I did and you did what we had to do to get along, to get up the hill to #NorAm 5 Great Lakes
It was never there in the Void but we thought it was, it was the target, the goal of holy #fakes
To be or not to be as some disguised philosopher’s diatribe would posit for deaf human ears
To hear, heed or ignore the signals from the Void, I taste nothing but burned out near beer.
Moo-vies of light and darkness, forms, figures full of atomic nonsense, pain or envy sufferin’
Not just because it’s something to do, it is the ONLY thing to do, move, move, rippin’ burnin’
One thing led to another as I put one foot in front of another, tidal wave crash into a wharf
Empty Space in momentous counter-Revolution, self-less black hole of a clear white dwarf.
Penance pending my breath pushin’ air from the ether into my heart and soul, my tiny mind
The bytes that remain in my power to retrieve will end the close encounter of the third kind
When the identified are forgotten, they become the unidentified, hence UFO, Goliath’s rocks
All it ever will be is what it is right here and now, present after the past, before future shocks.
Push and pull, around in circles, elliptical wobbles ad infinitum in a creation of reason’s head
Brainless, mindless, formless thing in itself, the actual substance of the stuff we call existence
You won’t know what I know and vice versa, because nobody knows holy God’s face is nailed
Up on the wood with pig iron nails, hammerin’ Cris-crosses to hang until ropes noosed trees.
That boulder turned into this rock will roll up or down the hill, it’s the power of a man move
A push, a nudge in the direction of momentum drag, from first to last, holy spirit’s removed
Lost in the empty space of the cosmos, pretending to be happy and wise, sad and so ignorant
Once upon a time, there was an alpha male and then mortality claimed it’s omega on a rant.
Peaks and valleys around the waterless Earth dirt and rollin’ rocks, it’s a holy, spinnin’ spud
Imagine Earth without water looked at from Space, like an irregular artform, an Elmer Fudd
It’s not round or elliptically squashed due to centrifugal, gravitational and momentum’s force
Sal Dali would either agree or disagree but it wouldn’t matter much, we rob the crack whores.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ blown out of the solar system while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND Ciscokidd #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WJMAzHaPaOU }
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