#WorkinTheDirt #CityBoyBlues #CountryBoysAskew #WallowingInTheHay #AGAIN @DorisDay #MarshallTuckerBand #MTB #FlirtinWithDisaster @MollyHatchet

 

FISHIN' WITH ASKEW REDWORMS OUTTA MAXWELL HOUSE COFFEE CANS

I swear to God, that's not what she told me, she said she wasn't EVER married, wallowed in hay

Got some worms in a coffee can & I'm goin' to sit under the willow tree by the ol' fishpond today

Wallowing in the hay ain't all it's cracked up to be, you get a trophy & a bunch of my malarkey

Punches in the solar plexis and the jaw will dislocate the strong from their strength, Goliaths see!

Now and then you'll run across or come across something unknown but hardly ever, after shocks

Tryin' to figure out the delectable morsel of occult theorems of existence calculus, hold yer crocks

Things are all good and they're all bad too, in a good way, not the evil way, no negative nucleus

Neutrons move the matrix to collapse or expand, like lungs breathing oxygen's gas mix on a bus.

On a riverbank, the one I'm talkin' about, gettin' towed by Mack trucks with hot pistol diesels

Y'all know that all the scat that happens all of our lives, It don't mean a god's a water dam thing

Not your fault that you discovered the Truth before you were too sick to care or dead gone to hell

Meaning nowhere below in any eternal fire, no earthly core of burning sunlight's supernova shell.

Functions arriving too late to assist in the greasing of a groove, friction caused the blow, it broke

Fired up & broken down in the middle of nowhere, look outside Windows #MajorTom, Funk

No gods fighting about which planet can orbit a star first, in the least amount of hourglass bunk

Digital counter revolution, comin' down to the last 10 seconds, I'm fishin' asleep', I'm so woke!

Down by the river, she showed me what the things were all about under the stars, bank was cool

Stars woke me before I knew I was awakened by the steroids of philosophy, pre-Socratic school

Flew around Earth for a moment or two, took longer than expected, boy, seven decades of blood

City boy, country boy, it don't matter much to me, Liberty, I'll fight for leftover right to be, dude!

Pain and suffering, pleasure depletion, ends of dreaming about survival of a One, fit to not be me

Stop the madness man, all too human as it should be, you've no choice, I don't see a cielo, esse

Been there and done all of that, just waiting for the ball to drop on my head, crush my mind's cap

Skullduggery & the hijinks of riddlers & jokers stimulated the First Cause move, nuclear nap.

Smile on my face the day I die, I couldn't 've written it after the final gasp of gas, therefore I dies

No rubber or plastic or invisible soul on ice waiting for the rotten smell of dead flesh, meat we eat

Keep it close to your chest, the Truth is not for everyone to know, it's a major cause of stinky feet

Bums & junkies gave the bad news to themselves, gave up on gettin' the Jack, I died, blue skies.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini Jeudi @ 666 AMPST (got the live/evil eye)

{ Gonna die with a smile on my face, maybe a grin!  Graduated from 8th grade Parochial l'ecole in 1965, could have flunked but the sisters/nuns let me slide 'cause I served Mass for Jesus & God & the Holy Ghost, for the popes (papas) sisters, brothers & all of the baby mamas who conceived this place for #HotPantsSpeciesDNA, & drafted this ditty listenin' to @MarshallTuckerBand #BobAwayMyBlues in a loop/link @ https://youtu.be/hAMfxk1snxU }

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@KingOfPop @MichaelJackson @Chilites & #HITS #WhatIWouldNotDoForLove #ThingsWeDoForLove @10CC @AliciaKeyes #FUBAR #WhoAint? @GwenStefani @BlakeShelton @SaraSmile @DarylHall @SmokeyRobinson

I SHOT BLANKS IN THE COLD RAIN, GOT BENT BONE *

My mother had me vaccinated against my will, I was a newborn bambino in 1951

Cause can recollect the nature of the beast you came out of, it's a beach, son

All you have is the memory of your memory of your memory, like a meteor rock

Cowboy, don't stop 'til you get enough of the imaginary Earth spin 'round clock.

A tree grew from a scattered seed and with centuries of Time, live and won't die

Sunblown cones on top with the nuts that keep the rest of the gnome goin' down

Into the rooted depth of the deepest echelon of a dirt pit, stones of a rolling clown

Who's in or out?  It don't matter except to a naked ape in a huge boy scout troop.

Suddenly I am 70, it could've happened to you but it didn't & you're cool & calm

Sell this to the people who pay for dead people to be burned or buried, immortal

By either Dobie Gillis or Bob Hope or Red Skelton or George Carlin, I've done it

Laughed my fool ass off mainly 'cause I lost the muscle weight, left bone & chit.

As the gods' powers that be, keep moving the things on Earth & the planets of stellar creation

Although angels we've never seen are given credit for still being alive without a license to fly

It doesn't matter one way or the other, when the body dies, the body is caput, you're One son

That's the good news, descended from the #BigBang of your fathers and woman who do cry.

Here's one for the crew, the outcasts, secret loves and the whole damn shebang for the gang

All I ever wanted since I could see what was what is a peaceful place to live without dreaming

In this here or that there place in Space, just about anytime from day one to what's tomorrow 

Ice cold beer and a girl in a red sun dress, lying' down between the corn, my truck & a crow.

Down to the creek where I always planned you & me would be, not worried to hurry a sex act

It's the feeling inside that counts, knowing nothing lasts forever, even true love fades, so in fact

Just because it's all pretty on one day doesn't mean a mind can't change over again, y'all see?

Not much beyond this planet's atmosphere is all I care about, Venus & Mars do nothing for me.

Suddenly, I pause for a drag of smoke, just a naked ape reaction to burned raisin bread toast

All know what magic yields when the appropriate spell is revealed and uttered coast to coast

Transoceanic, moody music infiltrating a standard imagination absorbed in divine bride groom

Nothing's like it used to be, it always was like this Space dump of commons pending the doom.

Sorting out the billions at the hub of activity, God and man survive the extinction of dirty ice

With or without your permission you're on a linear projection of light and the photon police

Badges created to dominate the progressive flow of the crops of life rising from the pot ash

Fired up flames, fueling the magic smoke swirls goin' up and down, over and out of the bash.

For good or for the bad and ugly, it's all there is so come on man, let's get it on, let's a-gogo

Like being as thick as brick and skating on thin ice down the slippery slope to Professor Low

To fill the sails that catch the smokin' hot smiles in the pocket, peace, love. OM's flower high

Smilin' in my face, killed softly, bog in the redwoods, a purple people eater chants OM to #Buy!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier Sanc, MMXXII Anno Domini Mercredi @ 555 PMPST

{  Matrix' silence @ChakaKahn, #TellMeSomethingGood https://youtu.be/vuDCi5neNMM & @StevieWonder #LivinForTheCity @ https://youtu.be/rc0XEw4m-3w & @TheStylistics #BetchaByGollyWow @  https://youtu.be/nkG0YOMUNs4 }

*Header is my view lookin' up the Redwood Tree in Cali circa 1980, from the bottom to the top!

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F U B A R

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Submarines #Marbles #YoYos #RaceCleared #GratefulDead

WAITING ROOM KIDS IN THE HALL OF FAME

Just in case you think you exist. just because you're dumb & omen thinkin'

I've got some news for you, as ancient as a hostess & hostos dogs huqin'

Broken days and broken feelings of faith, hope & charity of fake mortal sin

What I am, what you are, what It is, dream of all two humans, being amen.

Screamed some rhythm, blues and soul that turned to soft, harder rocks

Mind over matter material, atomic and molecular whiskey in a wine box

Punks pretending to know something, gettin' the golden dawn upon them

At a point of no return, a singularity can't be escaped, where I come from.

Flowed down the hill with the rest of the whiskey & wine, God was buying

Nothing is free, no liberty can mean anything if it's not a fightin' for a dying

As a mortal, human being here and now. I shall not, I shan't exist, I'll croak

An affinity to the trifles, trival occupations, sorrow's matrix of holy smoke.

If it's true that what the monkeys see, the monkeys all mock and do it too

Regardless of good or evil, the copy is a replica of the original, it's so true

That even the most critical analysis yields the Truth about the form of One

Exasperated and gasping for air that ain't there, eyes are wide open, son.

Journey to the next land you can't get a clue about, something's in stasis

Nobody can deny that the unknown is a problem to face, before or at It

A doorstep which may reveal that heaven's above & Earth's below places 

It'd be a tragedy or a comedy if it's a play on words, in other words, #Chit!

In the strawberry & kiwi fields, the flower grows between them, THC teas

All in it for the highness of yours & mine, mercy of ing, demigod dead seas

Awakened from the dreams of slumber, light shines through the darkness

Unseen exposed to be a phantom of this operatic matrix, stardust of bliss.

Killed by elements or consumed alive by predators of the petri dish of DNA

One way or another mortality puts your mother, sister & brother into RNA

Faked out by a false move and interruption of coitus, my morbidity looms

Above as it should be, below as it's always been & always will, fly brooms.

Here we go again, run along, it's just fine, like spankin' a new knucklehead

Kickstarted, oil pumped, carb primed, glass-pak mufflers blow me down It

The road curves around all mountains, it goes up & down, comes in & out

Risky businesses sometime lose it all, crash is the end and then again not.

by

r j j  stephan, i 

c.  JANVIER IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini Mardi @ 666 AMPST

{ Drafted this little ditty jammin' to @KidRock #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/W3EmxQCKsmw }

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