4 LEFT, DRAGNET GHOSTS’ SIN *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 25, 2020
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Supermen are born from the human superwomen, married with children on Jojo’s block
Around the corners from the bars and the churches that collect the spirits in bottles’ jack
In a smaller body than the big elders who dressed me up and made me smell of hen cocks
Rooster in the heat of the moment pecks at the mirror image of itself, dumb as hard rocks.
In a perfect world where you and I will never be, there’s a theoretical monkey or a seaman
Maybe you’re an angel of the gods or the descendant of a decadent evolution of the apemen
Wonder in a kite flying around in a whirlwind of simple minded creation of Westwind blow
Nothing intended by the will to power except that the will be done, as it is above, so below.
Can’t fly with or without the skin and bones, wingless angels are down in the flames’ crash
Powerful but not omnipotent, there’s a slight problem with the rocks of the origin, krypton
Amazing and disqualified as a contender, the champion remains at one with the city cache
War or peace give nothing but the passage of time, birth to death, revelation is God’s sun.
It shines due to the nature of the mass annihilation of atomic matter, neutron to an asteroid
Function of the calculus can become the answer for everything inside of the stargated droid
God knows nothing, men know nothing yet this is quite a trip on the wildside of fixed games
Tenth avenue or Main street qualifies as the first place of the gods, Zeus’ clown face of fame.
So, back in Time and Space to the Damen Avenue church down the block from a rockin’ club
Where the trebles and bass pounded notes into my eight year old brain, yo mindless, not sick
Catholic choir and altar boy, patrol boy, paper boy, runaway boy from the Bad Smell schtick
Driven around in circles by the circular philosophical arguments pro and con, grad of Udub.
Therefore, I am and you are what exists in your arrested attention and recollection of Ends
Origins where you were not alive and cannot verify the veracity are just out of my depends
This is unacceptable to be unable to relieve the transformation of fuel into waste production
To be or not to be a recycler of the animals and plants, the eater of food, raw or cooked sin.
To be requires death to function and delay the corpus dilecti from the inevitable visitation
Nobody escapes either in rectories nor convents, no temples or mosques or churches, I win
All of It, everything is everything and nothing is nothing, vice versa ad infinitum, copy that
Roger and Wilco over and out, this is the end of the beginning, this ain’t no disco, it’s fat!
What’s the point with your mother being a hater of law and order, an outlaw bandit hen
A dragnet for the Truth and Justice that never accompanies the dreams of Adam’s godson
Neither Eve nor Adam or anyone else from day One knew, UFO’s left scared little babies
Crying for their mama and daddy who died centuries ago, leftover the Word and seeds.
by
r j j stephan, i *Header is my kinfolk in front of a Chicago church St Columbkille Church where my godfather @AnthonyAlfano was married circa 1956 after he returned from USMC.Org & I am the 1st little boy on the left next to my little sister #JoJoDomico RIP
c. Tuesday, February 25th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Chunked out of nowhere this AM while I watched #Dragnet 1950’s link @ https://youtu.be/01fdCvqyzqk }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
