JELLYBEAN MASTERPIECE WOKE MY BABIES
Once again, there’s a double whopper, animal style ready to go down the infinite gulletNews today is the same old news like yesterday, last month, a 20 century unisex symbol
Of all atom-mutated men and mice they’ve made from Mickey to Mighty, a tiny bit of rat
Not too big but still could make a hop up on a pineapple upside cake down sewing thimble.
For once upon a time, there was nothing but empty space, a man slapped God in the face
Here you are then, right here & now due to the dead guy’s malfunction, great father’s Ace
In the hole it stays until the need to bleed rears its ugly head, black, white, red or brown
It matters less than a speck of dust in the wind, a dirty little secret job, it’s all done blown.
Repeat what you’ve forgotten ad infinitum, second the emotion first and last resort, I flew
Around the outside of the jar, there was nothing but dead air, nobody was out there I knew
So, here I am, back in the mix, a little or a lot, whichever licks and blows I can whittle off sin
Original one, a violation of the Trip, made without a purpose other than to get Out and In.
Dam block of thoughts that come out of nowhere directly into the empty, holy mind’s head
Inside the cranium, topside to the backbone tips over the falls of the river water of the dead
Fathers and mothers of sisters and brothers rose up as they fell down, rose red & violet blue
On a ship or on marshland up to snowcaps above jagged dirt, vacuumed it up for me & you.
Hour is late, seconds comin’ in too early for me to know in advance, surprise party of angels
Mentally broke, physical break of organic matter, corporate corpus of corpses ring the bells
As if we’ve forgotten that Life’s either a joke or a test, not an accidental collision of atom chit
I bet you wonder how I knew, how I found out what you knew an forgot, you’re even the shit.
I ain’t laughin’ & I ain’t cryin’ due to the losing an winning of nothing and the rest of the bytes
Of cyberspace, empty Space and somethings themselves congregating in reality sights & sounds
I got it all down pat, I remember & repeat what I’ve heard, Truth is Word, so what’s the fox say?
To be or not to be, yo Romeo, you Juliet, it’s a Bacon thing, a shaky spear of fancy word flambe.
Been in and out of love, won and lost, got close and so far, far away from the winners’ lost games
Signals oral & written to warn the innocent of shuffling up and down the avenues & #Man streets
Destroy acts of kindness by being kind always, be kind to those who won’t be, that will kill them
You follow me, It’s all over, sleep as dead do, awaken at last, it’s all over with God’s touch, #Woke.
Hair pies have some skin in the game, there’s no rules and there’s nothing to practice, just fly
So high that you can’t be seen from the ground or air, so low that the sea can’t contain the lie
That this is a lone, accidental collision of random conglomerations of quarks & molecular glues
Gender bent to accommodate rock reproduction of holy success & failure of anti-royal blues.
Flintstones to Jetsons and all of the cartoon characters walkin’ & crawlin’ in the high daylight
I found you & you found me accidentally on purpose, eyes were wide open for the good fight
I did not come here to fight for life, I came to live for the fight, the narrow pathway of warriors
Naturally it’s all artificial light-bulb excitation & a misdirection of attention, as I close all doors.
Rendezvous, I don’t know & you don’t know anything about anything, drooling, blinded by love
Needing desire to build sand castles that last for a minute until the tidal wave comes from above
Good, bad, evil, ugly & spectacular sweetness of being devoid of pain, murdered the suffering ID
Morning dew & you baby, evening sunset and red wine of the grapevine, happy always, I’m FREE!
OH, BABY, which sacrifice are we in? Pleasure and pain to be or not to be, all of this feels Evil Live
Backwards & forwards spelling to be & not to be with the identical mountains and rivers of words
Moe’s town or Curly’s metropolitan digs share the only narrow way left with 23 Safe-places to hide
Stooges need the real thing too, not just the ladies & gentlemen, boys and girls, bees & flyin’ birds.
I’m playin’ tag & You Are It, now run around tryin’ to catch One who is invisible to cold steel eyes
Ain’t sparkling green earrings, nose rings, tongue studs, lip hoops, eyeball rose tattoos, sky’s cryin’
Stop breathing, heart ceases to beat the skippin’, broken vinyl record, fried magnetic tape, all hits
Watch, listen, recollect, be happy you’re here as the world turns, we ain’t fryin’ but we’re all dyin’.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, #420 2023 Anno Domini
{ Cashed while jammin’ #SadGirl in a loop (LUPE) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/f9CjzZesbCE }
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