IT IS WHAT IT IS & IT AIN’T WHAT IT AIN’T, WHO KNEW?
There is nothing rewarding about worrying about your stepmother She is yet dead and gone or she doesn’t care if you’re still there In the southern part of Texas or California, wherever cake bakes From the city of bad smells, the natives knew the fish stank lakes.
Pillow under your head to comfort your skull and bones undercovers Hot or cold, the temperature has nothing to do with lives or deaths Linking lunkheads who don’t know that they’re chips off the block Talkin’ four corners with an avenue crossin’ a cul-de-sac dead-end.
Hunger will cause a reflexive bite on a trouble hook, snag lips too Can’t get away no matter how much you try to shake it off & I do As if it’d be any other way than the way it’s always been ‘bout you Like the ocean in the darkness, it’s one category light-black & blue.
Fear and a stale loaf of loathing is all you need to get over the end It will come whether you like it or not, misery or happy my friend Free choice if you get over your hurt mama & papa syndrome duty When you’re all alone again like it was in the womb, it’s in a tomb.
It is not because you wanna be independent of the planet or moon The only one you’re on or close to as far as heavenly bodies orbit All homeless since a Big Bang thrust into the unknown’s cave bats Wonderwomen procreating homeless orphans of dogs & cool ol’ cats.
You got propellers and you got a rudder controlled by your mothers Out of any father’s control, I am not the head of the needle’s point Mums a word, all of them, one by one, phrase by phrase’s dialectic Spit in the ocean then find it in the mix, you are lucky to be sick.
In the head’s psychological bending over backward, it’s psycho Id Impeachment of the commander in chief is mixed, incompetent kid The idiots holding the chief’s head above the fray cannot see chit It stank but they’re the ones creating it in the center of all of it.
Nudge your bones that learned to scoot, crawl, walk & run, OK bro Babies learned, elderly & fit or unfit, get to the finale’s deep flow China to Tierra del Fuego, miracle blown into a secret skeleton key For a lock inside of an invisible door without a hole, time spacey.
Might of the mice and the innocence of the sperm and eggs souls They start with none & like magic, get one once conception pulls The DNA & RNA meet the conjunction with glee, orgasmic huzzah All downhill from there, just a used tool to keep me dreamin’ brudu.
Crime requires criminals, prisons require the innocence & the guilt Counted the Draculas & the other blood suckin’ urchins we keep lit All will be saved in the dirt, under the ground, seeds of humanity Common ground, coffee grounds for divorce, irreconcilable enmity.
Bonded for the reward, the capture dead or alive of the perp body Only a photograph will tell the story’s proof of life, dead ol’ booty How long will it take to spend the whole cache? It’s a pre-set six Twelve, twenty four or seventy two, glory days, a thousand kicks.
Monkeys man, all too human apes, naked, innocent, worth of shame Of the skin and bone exposed to the eaters & mothers of the tame No war in the future, all battles of the past gave peace a low dive To be or not to be, shakin’ a spear & arrow, the question, survive?
Ilk of the continental shelves, fathers and mothers of everyone too Nuns and priests, holy and evil livers of the life, we’re kinda Blue But so what? Who really cares about you? Everybody’s selfie Id I care, you care and that’s about it, all she wrote, horn blows It.
More than the known, there’s the wisdom of the holy Grail’s dust Ashes of the myriad of aunts and uncles who preceded H2O rust Gas turns liquid and solid, you see what I mean, you don’t allow it Out of chaos’ control, Nothing rules this zero gravity’s play/skit.
Repeat ad infinitum or don’t, free will, power of the winning cost Paid flyin’ balloons to soar above & below the winds of Times lost Brilliant to be dull as a broken-arrow’s point, jagged diamond skies To pierce the skin & bone, to the heart, backbone or between eyes.
Johnny Allen Hendrix ’42-’70 in or out of the fire, hot wax Fear Strummed strings out to infinity, broken DNA in the LSD’s minion In woods of Woodstock or cold Renton ground before ol’ Mt. Rainier Inner being, Christian riff raff remain the same, fear getting’ sin.
I did wrap this all up in a purple haze’s vision of a kissed black sky Never wanted the 40 acres & the mule, stuffed it on me, my oh my Minced meat, just anime skin, muscle & bone marrow, life gits dead Starve and/or dehydrate, essential corpus dialectic, yo’ mama said.
Fun and games without rules anybody ever follows, except for you If six was either nine or ninety-six, the sun would refuse to shine Hippies and yuppies with their grandchildren blinded by a black bow Lucky and in line to get what’s comin’ to you, your dig is an A-hole.
Foul balls between strikes and homers, what it’s all about, It ends All over, what it is then, the past is what was, future pick sends Livin’ life the way I choose, out of jail, outta prison, out the joint Old in my own way, partner’s happy, I’m happy, what’s the point?
Voodoo children worked the magic spells with the cosmic dusty pies Nothing magic yields nothing material, atoms are kin to stars’ lies Lethal holy holes to the core & up yonder to the tip top of bean hill Full of it, cried about it, voodoo, my elixir mixer, god’s acid’s pill.
Cool as the airs frozen ice crystals assaulting planets down yonder Somewhere close but far away, unseen, undercover, still I wonder Of somewhere over the rainbow, where something doesn’t smell me To heat me up more than 98 degrees is The Way, food’s dead, see?
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rjjstephan, i
c. Mardi, February VIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST { Drafted & produced on #PainlessTattoo out of nowhere while jammin’ to #VooDooChile by @JimiHendrix link @ https://youtu.be/DLGl8Oc484Q }
