TOPGUN'S WORST TOP SECRET, DOWNIN' SHOOTERS WITH COWGIRLS IN HOTPANTS
Y'all got a Maker,up country who settled all the unsettled settlers down by the river, a pokin' in the eye
Neither reason nor any rhyme to the surface, to the field of direct current comin' out of nowhere but sky
Rain comes down, H2O floods the muds around the rocks that roll down off mountain quakes & shakes
Morons and idiots runnin' up & down your fool face of full rotten dentist pulls, rainin' infinite flakes.
Mum's a world's words, drunken, over-satiated, funky monkey-devolved H1, atomic Nuke of Hydrogen
Miracles happen to inconceivable zygotes that blew out of a hot star's exploded-implosion, origin's Sin
One became two then three ad infinitum, helpless to terminate any function, already gone offroad hells
Mirror reflecting the surface of a clear, snake-oneness without humane animation, gong of Hell's bells.
Matter and energy on a fulcrum that I have in balance, weighted even, left, right-centered under a down
To the mouth of rivers where it all goes back into the boneyard sea of Adam's bleed to make me frown
So sad that it's really this bad but what can a poor man do, what can a rich woman do, like it, just Die
All there is, no reward or punishment from an empty vacuum, an astronomical unit is a mile too high.
It appears to be an era that benefits the apes that eat the fish and drink the whiskey & beer left for God
An offering of the best we had to offer, there was nobody and nothing that actually appeared out Void
Just the medicine men and the magicians who fooled the fools, it wasn't personal, it was as easy as a pie
Cherry or apple from the chopped down trees in the orchard, rats come but they starve hating the Lie.
Covered with some powder flower, dipped in liquid rock & rolls of dead leaves unwritten upon, burnt
As if there is any other way to think about these things, no metaphysical or ethical dynamics, we Sin
In a garden or at the top of the mountains, bottom of the ocean or underground from the river's current
Trees, grass, stardust, fortune & random collisions of atomic mustard gas, all living & nothing's dead.
Junk of bums left at the side of the tracks where rats and snakes fear to go, dangerous boxcars Kill 'em
Smashed & grabbed from stores & left out in the open, element incineration, buried molecular phlegm
Bore through the holy & find fear and scared little babies, no he-men, no wonder-women et al in a Void
Already gone, way back in '51, thanks for the trip-ride down memory lane, at One, H2O mama's droid.
Streamin' up river where the hatchery of eggs are dropped into the water & pushed to their wipe outs
If lucky enough to escape the hooks, nets, hard rocks, sand drifts & storm drains of sewage scat spouts
Lucky or unfortunately yours and mine, the ticks and the tocks move at a momentary lapse of a moon
Gone around in circles, changing the ecliptic at odds with the alignment of the ellipse, off to Cancun.
Brooms swept up cave dust then flew hot witches away, ad infinitum, a Time's Space lord of the rings
Common or complex and rare, nothing and something are so close to being the same, it's Yin, it's Yang
Riverbank of sand waiting for my food to wash down from the mountains, with the gold & fishing song
Washed, clean, swimmin' like a gamete in a sea of tranquility, above & below the Sage's happenings.
All jacked up, just like last night & the weeks and months before the beginning of the end's black hole
I took a long ride to the river & dropped myself into the liquid, I dipped myself in the sky, up & down
No way this was so nice and then boom, I hit a hard boulder that wouldn't move my skull's night gown
Smashed dead, necessary & sufficient, all right out of there, sucked me, it's way gone, 208 bones roll.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Janvier XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Written while jammin' to some @BonnieRaitt #SomethingToTalkAbout in a loop link @https://youtu.be/mJ58TVYNFro }
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