#ShipAhoy #BringYourMamaAndSisters #AintThatAmerica @JimmyBuffett @JohnCougar

UNPOPULAR HAPPINESS, GIN-RUM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 29, 2020

----  #YoungManInaTShirt #GreasyHair ----

In a manner of speaking, I’ve already found what I’d lost being born into a new faux family

Of men, of mice and the virus to the bacteria to the forms from silkworm to angry bee hive

Blood & bones created by the gravitational collapse of my atomic matter, It Is All I ever see

There is no other rational explanation for the existence of bloody gods struggling to survive.

Paranoid leaders moving to where they get advised to go by #BigBucks, ain’t no mercy boost

To the foothills where the roads are closed to the drifters and harvesters of my Acapulco gold

More of the Many than the Few are allowing the unelected and elected to rule a shoddy roost

Thinking ahead of the bus stop in the middle of the riot, the ghetto now, All broken I am told.

Where’s the tonic for the gin, that’s what I’m wondering and why not? You have a better gin?

I have the #TopShelf and you have the bottom’s up swill so that’s the end of the story, I win

Completely in the hands of the unknown and somehow more adept than I, supreme will of Id

Part of the Ego that I am, I allow this to be, with or without me in tow, I know, it’ll the CoVid.

If and when it occurs that the entire realm of existence is dependent on viral pandemics, Die!

It’s all over, historically, the grand illusion of the living left alone by the dead’s pie in the sky

Ouzo is what we can squeeze out of a crystal bottle’s neck, a tyro, a rookie, punk of a gangway

Head punk. new punk, all gonna go to the same place, to the fire or the dirt, my daddy’d say.

Full on foolproof method of freezing the hot matters into dry ice, where angels fear to go too

Because the burn is instant, chromosomes be damned, nature cares nothing about pedigree

You & everyone else will lie down, as y’all lay dying you’ll think of the errors of being human

Raw or cooked, the skin and bones remain the same, like the song, a rhythm in the key of C.

Now and then, from the hollar I hear the call to return for the things I forgot to bring it along

Knowing nothing special about anything in particular and just a casual observer of all that is

I have less of an ego and id than I used to when I was just a kid, wet behind the ears & wrong

Skip the olive, dry or wet, I’ll down either or both with or without you, just pour a 151-gin fizz.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, June 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2:22 Post Meridiem Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Looneytunes Adventure on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/j8hsq-mKLzg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IDontDrink #AlwaysDrunkOnSunlight @JohnPrine

G-FORCE IN REVERSE, CHAMPS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 28, 2020

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From the grandpa to the papa to the son, it happens that it all rolls down the Sierra foothills

From Wisconsin to Chicago to Washington & on to the end of Earth, California kills fagots

In the gas chambers, in the electric chairs, on the hanging platforms, flies in the sky kitchen

But I got a swatter to scoot them out the screen or snuff out their short life from a maggot.

Spinning around for no other reason than there is nothing else that can be done, I’m thinkin’

Yet, it’s impossible to come to a definitive conclusion before the bitter end of life stinkin’

In a cadaver, a corpse or a sliced thinly piece of protein for the cannibals to consume raw

For the sake of the mighty and the weak, the Void, the Matrix, the World is in your hands!

It’s your mother’s or your father’s or sister’s, brother’s, aunt’s, uncle’s or cousins’ meat raw

Imagine all of the lonely DNA which has no sun to shine on their balls of solar suns-in-law

You, me and the rest of the genome partake of the only thing keeping us alive, fish alewives

Immaculate conceptions and Assumptions into the Ether, getting killed, come back jives!

Behind the dirt plows and snow plows I come from the 208 bones of each operator of a crane

Living to die and dying to live is the only way the Winters knew, it happens ad infinitum slim

All of the gigs made up out of thin air, right out of the caves, with the bass and the sax, insane

Fission of my atoms, fusion of our molecular structure into the icy H2O Mars to the Ukraine.

What never matters is what doesn’t breathe in gas and metabolize the mischief that ensues

Nothing in the seams or the creases between the sheets because it’s all caput, cook #ActBlue

Cash in a #ThousandCurrents from Hollywood shocks and awes of babies in Hades’ #Tides

Director of financing the money laundering through the Matrix, is God’s son, #SlowRides!

Piercing the skin there is nothing but blood and bones, ready to go where you were before

Give me millions of your pounds of gold and silver, I don’t want your greenback-digit store

Who has the billions of value that will give the mortals’ immortality they can never procure

So, out of the oven and into the all-too-human mouths, coco chips in cookies, on a skewer.

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r j j stephan, i *header is my kin, Grandpa Al, pops Stevie & 2 sonny boys, #Ich & #Jamz

c. Dimanche, June 28th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to John Prine #HouseOfStrombo https://youtu.be/w5Rkm_dqm7A }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlackHoleSun @ChrisCornell & @NoraJones & @EdgarWintersGroup

GLORY & GUTS FOR GOOD GUYS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 27, 2020

--------  #DontStopNow #Pottstown  --------

It isn’t easy for your face to grow the hair nor your arms and legs, it’s easier to go bald

All you had to do in order to get here to the present presence you’ve gained in the fall

There’s no reason for reason or the Earth, moon, Sun, the stars or the cool empty Void

Yet, it is what we’ve got and we’ve got to give it everything we have, no choice to avoid.

Pernicious in life and subtly as silent as a vacuum without a lick of gas, unfold God’s matrix

Completely void of ignorance and propaganda babble of the minions who roll with Hendrix

Monkey men and their women who do what rats and squirrels do, polar bears, lions & fox too

After an infinite number of moments awake inside of the dream, an alarm bell rings for you.

Playing games of chess and charades will get your Time to pass quickly until the end stops

Like it or not, it’s the way it is, live and die maybe happy or sad yet alive for once or karma

What happens next once you find out you are here for this short time, alive genome of pops

When the majors and minors expose the innocent yet talented to the nature of this beast.

To be or not to be a bean or a seed, that’s the question left well answered without sin & hell

My fence is all around me, everything you thought was true is not so, awake to the #Woke

No need for tickets so you jut show up unannounced and boom, you’re under their rooftop

If it’s the Sun Times or the Post or Herald, all’s one answer to every question, supernatural.

Microbes under the microscope appear to be living an entire life of moving about grace’s sin

Whether or not you and I like it is less important than the fact that it’s a necessary condition

Barometers and thermometers measure the pressure and heat or frost, it’s all fairly perfect

For something that bean with the mud, the blood and the beer, a Pandemic polemic sect.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Saturday June 27th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #KeepPlayinThatRockAndRoll by Edgar Winter Group on WhiteTrash Avenue link @ https://youtu.be/0_6slb5GBok }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?