#HIllbillyDeluxe

A C C E S S I B L E  H I L L B I L L Y

Time came before you knew that it was part of the off-key song sung by a guy
Or a gal, all of the same species of hominid, not even one better or worse than
Random conceptions on or underground, original sin’s excruciating natal pain
Disobeying a god in the hosted garden, Boston to Monterey, sunset to gold dawn.

Points taken from one end of the spectrum to the other, UV light to the Infrared
Monks in caves read the Word, kept the Word, hid the Word, all living will be dead
In a moment that cannot be known by the One inside of the flesh and 208 bones
All but spent inside of the Void full of tongues-out @Rolling_Stones, on i-phones.

We’re all here and now on the same page, language only matters to the boogeymen
Linguistic analysis yields the premises and deduced induction of specious acumen
Charlie’s in the concreted jungle, you know we seen that faraway look, deep Hades
Government issued to host the myriad of GI parties for the angels and all animals.

Nothing is more urgent than breathing, healthy eating, defecating & divine liberty
Midnight to high noon, the gamble is being conceived in concert with rollin’ stones
Defalcation of all of yours & all of mine, the gold & silver pirate treasures of the ID
Stolen from the occult & the perceived reality, form’s essence nobody can even see.

Halls of empty, dead air like the stuff you’re breathing right this very moment too
I am as well, deeply or shallow, above or underwater, the gas is what keeps us blue
Montgomery to Tacoma, #LetUsDoThis your thing, our thing, every mother’s son
Born to be tamed like old Adam & old Eve, you know the epic saga, all said & done.

You’d think the apes of your culture, your civilization soon to disappear, as such
Rambling more or less from the start of the get-go, anti-clockwork burnt orange
Sensation of the sixth sense requires the five senses to be as #Woke as a sumbeach
No conceived zygote needs me to advise, Truth is all about the nature of grunge.

Grown men cry just like the little baby boys they used to be, tears on our pillow
The wet well of disappointment or fear of death has dried up like a desert, slow
Known or occult, it’s over when it’s over, if it’s not over, I’ll let you tell me it’s me
All my imagination and that’s gonna fade away the day I die, conscious or not, see?

Monkeyed around with the history read from the Presidents & Popes, govern my ID
May I have your attention please, boys and girls? Diamond rings for the MASH chit
Mobile Air-Sea Hospital, in an infinite loop of reruns, movie and of #4077 kitty porn
Dream, wake up, sleepwalk, daydreamers’ function is just a kiss away from a Tinhorn.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 2-20-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

I KNEW THE HONKYS & PLAYED WITH THE MONKEES

FEAR AND TREMBLE UNTIL YOU DIE FROM BEING ALIVE

Briefly, gold's old as a supernova's dream of low blood pressure at the ocean sands

Brown skinned as the treasures of my memories in the photosynthetic backhands

Moves of the fours & twos, galloping, sprinting for the finish line’s invisible tease

Radical roadies takin’ care of the foolish follies of the bards and jugglers of seas.

Pining over Nothing or whatever came from it and went back to it, recycled ICE

Bones leftover, rotten beat of the meat turned to the wasted sheet, down dice

Over and over, ad infinitum from the fly on the wall to the underground’s elite

Ones of the many who found diamonds in the rough sand, dukes ready to fight.

Creed of believing blindly what you’ve heard, as you’re told, it’s too late for Us

In the middle of the stage play, a shaky spear of a night’s mare on a magic bus

Peculiar as the sights and sounds of the whole shebang to the deaf & dumb

Dumber than a rock which is stoned pebbles in utero, queens & kings come.

In and out of the things themselves, essence essentially of the whole shebang

Freedom inside your cranking grey matter but only indentured servitude dung

Perfection from the zero, absolute empty vacuum of atomic charms, I am here

As above and so it is below the justice of humanity, the ham sandwich & beer.

Professor Kikongo’s told me way back in 1978 or was it ’80, it is all the above

Penthouse or underground getaway from the sheriff’s outlaws, no peace dove

Here, now or ever from this point to the final destination, as a crow flies home

Even seagulls know four Winds’ block stardust, I can’t get clawed feet to roam.

Smarter than my encyclopedic recollection of the bits and pieces of data bytes

Silence is your key to knowing I’m right, I’m never wrong about superman feats

Your thirst and hunger for Life is the key to the immanence of the gods descent

Underneath Our coverups and beds’ spreads, naked Truth, 208 bones, My scent.

Time and Space here and now, ready or not, preachin’ to the children’s choir

Boys and girls all innocent and taught to fail and stumble without getting’ up

Learned to grab what’s in dead’s garbage can inside of McDonald’s wrappers

Humming and filling the air above with the foundation of dreads and rappers.

Sulfur and the ham’s burgers of Justice and Truth, professorial bad batteries

Unfortunately, I know nothing about Air Force’s of inertia, gravity’s collapse

Or I’d warn the minions to run until they find the darkness in the seven seas

They have the Hydrogen & Oxygen, Nitrogen and Carbon flow’s deep freeze.

Junk yards full of junkies, people who covet failed brain and mind functioning

Nobody knows anything, knowledge isn’t even possible, naught conjecturing

Killed the living, ate it to stay alive, felt the pain & distant kin’s hot licks’ tune

Tiger & lion movies gave away subplot’s climaxes, God bless the ph’qqn' goons!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 2-19-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{Drafted to #GreatestHITS70sEver link @ https://youtu.be/VhR5srjaM6o}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FISTICUFFS #PUTEMUP #BrothersInArms #SultansOfSwing goin' up to @EricChurch @Springsteen

CRAZY DIAMOND TUMBLED IN SPACE 

Tiny baby brothers I remember them well, baby sisters wet plastic pants

You know you’ve got it all together in the less fine art of selfless defense

Grounded underneath dirty, smooth stone or under heaven's cloud daze

Every 52nd week of every revolution in orbit of the star of purple haze.

Pimples of the pimps give the orphan girls one more chance to be free

Of the bad seeds that sprouted and tended to your reason to just be

Like everyone else, happy and free, as if that was a possibility of living

As an animal with a spiritual soul that longs for the shadow unknown.

But or if the tug on your chord is more than you can stand, just blow

Air through your hell holes created by the priests and preachers of ‘O’

I crossed my heart, I hoped to die, I promised I told what I knew, true

Winter, summer, autumn & fall of my skull and bones, fuck I’m blue!

I played the music, sang the poetic wordplay, meant nothing I sang so

It follows that I am not the source of the characters in this staged play

Micromanaged from behind the smoke and mirrors of the fun house Id

Walked & sat like Buddha, blessed with Grace, free to atoms & The Kid.

Atoms of the drift, the perfect immortal is never still born, out of insight

Thrilling & without struggle, blown to smithereens mind over matter light

Boys too stupid to use logical reason that doctors won’t allow any of ‘em

You got tumors, you’ll die like ones who don’t got any, dead to git some.

I know you know what we all know, she knows, he knows, they all know It all

Answer to The Silence before one Big Bang theory of everything, uncaused chit

Periodic commas abandoned, it all runs downhill together, zero gravity of a mole

From heaven above the dirt, hell below the crust down in the center’s holy hole.

Cold beer and shots of Black Jack on the bar, I came in every night for the hot fire

Warmed my bones, chilled by the ride on my steed’s wide back, saddled up a flier

One or two moments more, wait for it to get all tangled up in the purple and blue

Learned science from math professors, game’s over, H2O all gone, filet gumbo too!

You know splendor intimately, before your conception’s invention, before the climax

Blend of friction, ecstatic pleasure of only God knows WTF that is, orgiastic to the chit

Queens and the princesses who deal with the King of the princes, know the outer limit

Order the obedience of your creator, a genius being driven by the inferiority complex.

Burnt or frozen, it doesn’t really matter at all, you’ll come & you’ll go, nobody’ll know

Just because you thought you were so pretty & smart, didn’t mean it was all chine blow

Backbone shattered & repaired with Titanium rods, better than the old original lifeline

Head to tail, it’s all the same before and after I come & go, I’m naked, carnival of mine?

Day before mom met dad, I was nowhere, it ain’t my fault, I’m an observer of the gods

Destination is where it was and will always be, out of my purview, I see nothing to call

No prayers to the unseen, mentally imagined alpha & omega prehistoric, hysterical Fall

Divine comedy, a joke, Earth, Wind & Fire, shadows passed out on a platonic cave wall!

by

rjj stephan, I

c. Samedi, 2-18-2023 Anno Domini @ 611 AMPST

{@EricChurch #KillAWord on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/ta3r6l6HOjM}

F U B A R

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?