ANTHROPOMORPHIC, ASWEET MARIA, GREAT GRANDMA*
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In every manner of speaking, a memory and peace of mind brought back from the pasta
Gypsy little queenie from sunlight and grey sky Sicilia and from dawn ‘til dusk, sailin’ afar
Stolen away and given away simultaneously in a swap for passage to America, dog collar
Where I was born thanks to her and my mama, her daughter Salvatrese Maria, mama mia!
From the little I know, I was told second and third hand by smart, intelligent and uneducated
All in a family showin’ me how to speed through green lights, Saturday night, all hotblooded
For no reason at all, beepin’ the car horn or truck horn at the tin horns and little sister heads
Girls from school and the neighborhood farms and trailer parks, doin’ what we do into beds.
Tired and blown away from the traveling from Russia to California, listenin’ to drips of honey
Funk and the waggin’ knolls beckoning the bands bangin’ drums and steel guitars real funky
Middle of the road ain’t gonna git it when the rockin’ is needin’ to be done, face to my faces
Ready and set before you go, dirty deeds waitin’ to be done, good and bad, sometimes ugly.
Punks in the dreams gettin’ out of my way because they know I own this highway, say no mo
Pointed heads showin’ the way to heaven’s gates, music to my ears, I feel the beat of the plow
Pushin’ the black dirt into the furrow catchers of the hard and soft seed, white water in sync
I worked overtime for this, to get loose from the herd’s moves, burnt ends of a candle, on fire.
Rainbow rays from solar reflective rays smokin’ raindrops of hydrogen’s double oxymoronic
Drank wet-water of tables for two, set way in the back of the bar, my love under neon moons
Lost and lonely I fell down and sunk to the bottom of the uttermost echelon’s pit of tiny ticks
No way to know for certain but it appears, we’re already gone, here and now, phuqn goons!
Whiskey is smooth when it goes down because it’s from Tennessee, in twenty minute toast
Head’s in the iCloud for good, everything is backed up in case of an unexpected rig’s crash
Millionaires are not exempt from It, It will come and go wherever it pleases, day-tan trash
Beat up cars with four rubber wheels underneath me, rollin’ many toll roads’ line of crack.
Poked our heads out from under the leaves of ink and empty thought, to dig the logic’s dust
All that’s left in the black earth is the red dirt and the white buffalo, runnin’ into brick walls
Horns down, full speed ahead, from Detroit to L.A. and around Down Under bytes on a bus
Freaks and well adapted genomes of the DNA we got from a Big Bang, God does have balls!
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r j j stephan, i
c. August 19th, 2019 @ 11:11 PM PST, Lundi Eve *Header of this piece is a byte of rainbow!
*BACK FROM VACA- A WEEK & just returned from a #TRIP to Anchorage, Alaska & back on Princess Cruises ...all ya gotta do is put a drink in my hand, took so many pictures that my iPhone BLEW into the twilight zone!}
{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to #Springsteen #SmokeALittleSmoke #DrinkInMyHand & #HITS by Eric Church on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dHlnBdpfJn0 }
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