EYE CANDY ON A DEAD END, ONE WAY STREET
Suffering without a notion of what it will be the moment after your breath ends It, to be free
Meaning the cause of my origin, my youth & wise guy arse, all trained by nobody but ol' me
Sums of the dividends that multiplied the products and became the fraction contraction one
Of the bugs and the vulchers fight with the buzzards who appear to be all too humane, son.
Bears and lions in the way of the peace jammed into the inner sanctum of tough guy blood
Nobody I came out of needed the Word of the elders to survive the struggle in the ol' hood
I know what you know & vice versa, holy scat elevated to the top of a food chain's fake apex
Bums, used to be high school and college drop-outs from Queens or Watts or Chitown lakes.
Marry me darlin' & you get all of what you didn't know was yours, my being's reputation mud
All of it, every scrap of played notes and drunk liquid bravery in a bottle, a pine or a holy fifth
Tippin' 'em back like they're goin' out of style, only to awaken me, inner sanctum of the block
In charge of the First Cause and all of the aftereffects that happen after all the doors are lock.
Survived the healing from the injury and absolved from the misadventures in the wet dream
In orgasmic punctuation of the Words you'll never hear from the mouth of the one, no team
NO BODY else to depend on once your ma & pa abandon you by choice or fate of bein' One
Back to the place before the conception of your mitotic cell division, you're always It, my son.
Now then, chords and melodies created out of the Void, moving the octaves into a symphony
Gods lost in the smoke of my clouds in & out of the joints that keep it all together, dirty honey
Drank the brew and mash, smoked the buds 'cause they were passed on-fire, inner son of dad
To be or not to be isn't the only question, when you're goin' to hell, drunk now, pass out mad.
In the names of all fathers, sons & their holy ghosts who leave them in the middle of nowhere
Pounded the little seeds into the ground of being, dirty Earth and filthy Water and good Air
Simple to be complex to every atom in the universe, back to you because I'm out of the hair
Moms, sisters, daughters, grand parents & children of the genome, all gone to hell, don't care.
Trouble came & left the residue of darkness pokin' out of the pinpoint of atomic fission, Sun
Star burning it up, for the end of the solar system is upon us, comin' to the smoke of a six gun
Automatic or not, the thing itself is coming and going at will, without a Word, without a peep
Girls had us because it was the only way to get here, The Way was narrow, The Fall was deep.
Healing leaves the scars to see and feel until the last breath you take on Earth, you feel me?
Even if there's the risk of annhilation inside the genome, a risk of bodily death's soulless sea
All gone to the blue, the red, deep purple people eating authors and musicians of word stank
Subjects, verbs in predicate form & Generals that hold attention of a cool Stith, major rank.
Naked apes runnin' amok with their dead ancestors in control from the graveyards' stones
Names conjured out of the atmosphere's vacuumed rugs and mopped decks of the carriers
Classes taken, skipped and cut, droppin' dimes all over campus at random, wasted on floors
Lost in clouds, smoked in paper, pipes & chambers mixing the high, the low & my old bones.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, July XVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 0700 hours PST
{ Drafted smokin', drinkin' and playin' @TerrapinCareStation @BrothersOsborne in a loop link
with pictures on the wall @ https://youtu.be/8JjDHqZpdCg }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.
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