#OnTheRoad with the mighty @JackKarouack @SteveAllen @HomerSimpson @DavidBowie @ChrisJanson @GretchenWilson #BustAMove @RunDMC

#FAKEBIRD 1 LOVE & 1 LONE #DRONE UNSEEN UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE

Asking too many questions will lead to a plethora of finite answers leading nowhere

Which is exactly where this conglomeration of sped up, slowmo movie goes, here

It's what you think if you think that you exist because you're thinking, where's proof

Common denominator and numerator of all fractional calculus is One or Zero, oof!

It will be the way it is regardless of your personal consciousness' selfhood on Earth

Before you were conceived and after your spirit fills the ether of a Void, once again

Carwrecks or dyin' of diseased DNA or just an accidental passing of grim reaping

Bloody Sunday or Saturday night at the movies, either way, teach children to sing.

Voice of the apes who are still naked and cover up their skin and bones with drapes

The birds are flyin' into the yard by the flock, eatin' the seed collection of the vapes

You and I know that without me this isn't goin' down, nothing will be said or heard

On the inevitable time line from conception to the depressing post mortem beards.

Corpus dillecti has it's clickbait cosmic value, circulating the ashes of trout and cod

All of them thought they were immortal when they were mere mortals, not one god

In millions of tries at the climax of the play, nothing remains perfect, an imperative

Of categories' subjects and predicates of ethics, morality and the smoke to survive.

Fond of the miracles that happened before I was born, the legend of divine archives

Call the books and story fragments whatever you will, survive with or without advice

Franken may be an Al or a Stein but the bottom line is above and below the two die

Roll 'em twice or thrice and you'll see that the odds are against thee & me but why?

Jingles & bells sell hard candy leftover from COVID19 celebration of a Godmade bat

You gotta love the population's continents, with due scat respect, all too human son

Recycling the things anima eat, called food, water and transformations into wet scat

Where you & I go from here and now is a mystery until the end & then, "It Is Done!"

Scoopin' scum off a surface of a pond, con-maelstrom pit quicksand's unholy unknowns

Humanity's entrance to Hades & so it goes, fall in, falling in love, go viral G-string K-cup

No worries to beat yourself up no more, you ain't alive but your feet are in the ap-stirrup

I appear to be a bird, dark angel or invisible creep but I'm just #FakeBirds, #Drones.

There's a bone I have to pick with the dreams in your mother's head, I know she's old

Or she may be faithfully departed with or without your knowledge, could be orphan cold

In any case, if it's Friday then it's the imaginary day that gives you two days off of Work

Peanuts for the elephants who never forget, nevermore, nevermore, crow or man, jerk!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Translated from the Twilight Zone's ones & zeroes, it's the matrix we've come from & will return, cosmic dust from #AhuraMazda & while listenin' to @DavidBowie #SpaceOddity #MajorTom #GroundControl on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-802mAXRVsE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D?

#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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@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!

F I N I S

F U B A R

W.W.A.R.D.?