#Enormous & #Minuscule = #Nothing #TedNugent #Neutrinos & #Batsoup #H1N1 #CoVid19

NEUTRINOS, COKES & PALE MOONS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 8, 2020

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Barefoot I came forth in whitecap form, sugar I can’t return, knockin’ boots, birds & bees tour

Here and now I am for a moment or two, shorter than I have any right to expect but I’m sure

All I need is one or two quick belts with my father who is now in heaven, #HolyNameSociety

Where he told me he was going on to his last supper in my ear, in a dream, for real, ask me.

My jokes are all on me, none of them are ever funny but they are so subtle even I talk smack

Facts are that incomprehensible humor, sarcastic or really sad and not funny, drink a rack

After your last can gets crushed while you’re listenin’ to #DownToTheHonkyTonk sin scenes

Got #BatshyteSheila out for date, met her last Friday, got her number out of my blue jeans.

Now, got four daughters and twin baby boys, all to keep me busy to a point of being obscene

I’m too old for this since I feel like I’m about eighty or maybe seventy, which I am, I is a seer

In the future, I saw this comin’ from a mile away, about fifty years ago when I was nineteen

Straight down to the bottom of the center of the Earth, call it Hades, call it Ether, as I blather.

I didn’t know what four Margaritas would do to me or maybe it was six, long knife barefootin’

Now, it’s work 55 hours every week, never there except sometimes on Sunday for church’s sin

Then back to the grind, the gig only I can do, nobody but me locked up in the crane overhead

Lookin’ at this world from a short man’s #POV, higher than a man deserved to be, a hoverin’.

Jack and gin under my umbrella, did I lose my brains and body when I was seventeen? Um

A guy hit us hard, we were seventeen and we died right there in the street, on Waveland Av

I can stoke the divide, there is nothing unifying about idiots who have a microphone’s scum

Pertaining to the nature of humanity, political philosophy east and western civilization fun.

OK, back to the future, out on a fifth date, teenagers in love in the back seat of papa’s Chevy

Made in the shade, goin’ steady and uncut clean shave I didn’t need covered by my Jade East

Clean and mean but didn’t know her pop was sittin’ right behind us in the drive-in, watchin’

Actually didn’t know that ‘til 20 years later when my friend who caught her on rebound Tang.

When I knew the deal was goin’ down, I was right in the middle of where you go when you go

You won’t know where that is ‘til it comes time to take responsibility for being misunderstood

Finding a rubber or plastic soul isn’t possible in outerspace, there’s Nothing outside the Earth

Ask any astronaut or cosmonaut whose education taught opposing meanings to After Birth.

Across a creek, creepin’ on a piece of the peace only sinners fear to love, let’s get Margaritas!

I knew if I could have it all I would have but if it was too late for that, wasted neutrino funk

Put a drink in my hand I can throw down a day before hair of the dog comes barkin’ polkas

A Singularity got woke and walked into Hooligan’s bar, the punk’s junk in the trunk shrunk!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, September 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while on my back ho, listenin’ to #TittiesBar Montgomery Gentry & #BigSmo #KickinItInTennessee #BlowinPine #FireWater & #Froglegs full of #Moonshine #Honkies on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WDxSgq88Clw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RearAdmirals #FrontGrunts

LET’S ROCK AGAIN, KNOCKIN’ YET *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 6, 2020

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Your guess is as good as mine, I’ve no idea, two out of the three of us know, a bleed we feared

Grandpa and pop both got to the pearly gates, so to speak and either winked and disappeared

Else they entered and discovered that all communication nets with Earth’s last gasp of breath

Since the age of reason and the extreme unction blessing of wounded soul mending to death.

From zero to ninety nine, days either begin to move quicker or else, I’m havin’ too much fun

So many things to do, from playing chess games to grooming frozen souls for knockin’ boots

Of suffering good, bad and ugly feelings for family and friends, lovers and enemies I’ve spun

All of the many are innocent pleaders for the mercy they’ll never get when payback is afoot.

Dug for gold and got the oil that runs the land, air and sea, all in the deep pocket of kings

Queens take what they can and poison the ilk that would prevent their domination of things

Hearts broke to pieces and buried under the wound’s jagged scar, to recollect the scenario

Inseminated conception, gestation, mutation of the generation to be or not to be a cheerio!

Feed the pigs and kill the Nazis so that the Chosen Ones may flip-off the holy bird’s N-word

In this dream or the one you’ll know when you die, color and noise are unseen by a wild herd

Comfortable without feeling a thing, nothing but empty darkness, sliver of light in a blue iris

In another flash of alternating, spinning whirl of confusion, it dawns on you, know what it is?

Adore y’all but before I bid adieu, it’s incumbent upon me to atrophy my genome DNA son

For all the right reasons you will be rewarded with good vibrations, vibes from the heavens

Florida keys or Hawaiian isles are my destination with or without you, no never without me

Kokomo and Montego, Kauai dreamin’ of the flower contact high, blown far out to the sea.

Blinded faith in the knowledge and the power to be wise and aware that death is in the wings

I didn’t make it up, don’t shoot the messenger, get your affairs in order before fat lady sings

Many guys have loved you baby, I’m just one of the many but I am the One you’ve waited for

Here and now, then over there, whatever it takes, even if I’m a stiff, I win, got the high score!

I swung along with the sing a-longs just to get a date and see if your sugar needed stirrin’

Or down the road knockin’ boots, just me and you, doors shut, cut lights, boots knockin’

Whiskey and smokin’ Lucky Strikes until midnight brought us between the silken sheets

Reasonable yet irrational at one and the same time, impossible to contradict the 6 shots.

I roamed the roads ‘til dawn just drivin’ around the lake, lookin’ for trouble in a holy bubble

Taking it all down with me, I never wanted to do it but I did, I moved first, I drew and I shot

He forgot to lock and load his piece so I helped him out with that when I buried him in rubble

No sheriff, no Jesus H down at the bottom of It, 5. 4. 3. 2. 1, devil’s drink in my hand, it’s hot!

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r j j stephan, i * Header is me, my pops Albert & his pops my grampa #BigAL! #BootsNeedKnockin’

c. Dimanche, Septembre 6th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 8:88 PM PST

{ Jammed while listenin’ to #GoodVibes & HITS of Chris Janson #FullCupUnspillable on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hNRJjDm2sQE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodsTime #MansSpace #WorldBeEmpty #KnockinBoots #UnderThatPaleMoon #SugarStirring #ShadesNeedDrawin' #KnockinBoots #MeAndThee

TEQUILA SHOTS, KNOCKIN’ BOOTS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 5, 2020·

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Rednecker with a fake love-line, one of my limbs came up lame but for now, it’s Magic I said

Now out to the pasture where they groom my seeds, steal my force out my awesome vigor size

What do you want me to do? If I resist they cause pains and suffering even to 3 lit-up fireflies

On the wall for a rest until it’s time to find a safe place, taxi to the unburied, asleep in my bed.

Whiskey, wine and beer even if you don’t have the White Lightening, Gin and Vodka squeeze

Years down the road with or without the Truth, just found it to forget about it, you better bow

In a manner of speaking, we all need to get busy with knockin’ boots soon, so looky here now

Needs, desire the same things, like water and air, knockin’ boots, stayin’ alive, livin’ to please.

Concerts come on when the darkness descends leavin’ the full or pale moon, I swoon for It

Pumped up days and nights before the amplifiers got plugged in and the metal and wind fit

Moving the old boys and girls and stirring the blood in the good ol’ boys’ hearts and minds

Sung along, played along, paid for the whole shebang with my whole paycheck, a gold mine.

Here and now and then, space and time put their mark on the Darkness with ultraviolet dots

Making the waves of particles that confuse the Science with the Religion, a philosophical err

Ice melted before I got here to the hot heat that stirred my inner thrust to reproduce the Ilk

Needed the mothers, a lot of mothers, so many they turned into One big teat of mama’s milk.

Trending historical record for the recollection of the absolute, fishin’ in the dark for One zero

Fishin’ under or above, just beyond the stratosphere, all the same, knockin’ boots with a hero

Sweet rolls and sauerkraut to make the cuisine a throwback, spoiled cabbage spiced up waste

Knockin’ boots when there’s nothing to do, I’m all in sugar, let’s beat those sweet bees knees.

Party and last call down by the river under the Choctaw bridge over the Big Muddy, oh mama

Good times way back in 1969 before I had to #MakeWarNotLove, my mama cried & let me go

My papa knew I had to go and he was pretty proud that I got the hell out of dodge on my own

Well hung in the days and nights when the heart was thumpin’, undertaker cuts Truth down.

No mercy for anyone lucky to be alive, it’s a matter of being here and dealing with nothing

Y’all know the thing, we’re all adults now that we can read & write, God’s dead in Sing Sing

Many more bright minds than my dull and inferior tool, I’ve abused One accidental mortal

Innocent and holy, first day of FIRE outside, boots knockin’, house rockin’ a cold day in hell.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, September 5th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:10 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to faves like Nickelback playin’ #SharpDressedMan ZZ Top cover link @ https://youtu.be/Eh9Q6BGGU50 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?