I have a minor catastrophic loss of my life because my father wanted to squash me into a bug
Busting tables and washing dishes, pots, pans, tin silverware & finally my 8 fingers & 2 thumbs So, all I’m left with is the spirit and soul I could never see without my mind, ‘cause I’m a thug Not a small bad, evil weapon of the matrix but the essence of the substance, product of sums.
Elevating your clothes pins up to the clothesline to pin the clothes for a warm, wind to dry ‘em Slick or stuck, I really don’t care to discuss the trip after I’ve already passed the place in Space I’m not only already gone but also I was never here at all in the first place, just a figment squirt Image in the light and invisible in the planetary darkness, due to the rotate-wobble of the dirt.
Hot or frozen-still cold from one extreme to the other, it’s a black hole & a pulsar, in full boogie Down or up, it never matters, it’s a flip side of the flipper, a flap over the floppy disc of woogie Cosmic dust and the motherly placenta envelops the gestation and multiplies the pre-afterbirth Clearly nothing to see here nor there, don’t even search for it’s a waste of fools’ time on Earth.
Invincible like an atomic weapon that begins the chain reaction & can’t stop fusion or fission Beyond the point of no return is the exact moment that the Devil got into the details of Sin Bums, junkies, hookers & the rest of the civilized world, all have a chance to get a do-over gig Behind, above or below, it’s always forward & jumping up, up, up & away in my 4 X 4 outrig.
Sunk into the quicksand now in La Brea, got old just to die and be gone like the postscript says I know this is too soon but I’ve got to ask you, if I told you that you were fine, would you deny Or affirm that however your DNA genes combined, it was the right way at the right time, right? Admit one, admit me, I am the only one, been Oneness since my deep chit split into the Deux.
Streamin’ the data that’s invisible yet abstracted from the original vacuum, luck to be here, now Any moment might be our last, now as well as every moment since my birth until my finite death Davey Jones had a locker and when he died there was no combination left to open the hull or bow Warning from robots to humans, y’all gonna die, yet robots never die, they ain’t got no bad breath.
by r j j stephan, i c. Vendredi, June XX3rd, MMXXIII AD @ 911 AMPST
RESPECT YOUR ELDERS, ONCE BITTEN, HIT THE HAMMER WITH THE NAIL & BITE YOUR TONGUE
KISSIN’, KIDDIN’, FIDDLIN’ GENOME MUTATION
Space and Time are relative to whether or not you’re awake & seeing the inner light, it shines Brighter than that daylight pokin’ through your shades and blinds, it’s never midnight, it’s noon High noon just like back in the day when the darkness remained 24/7, the Earth stopped the spin Poked around in Space for millennia, dropped off in the middle of nowhere, with nothing’s skin.
Calculated the functional analysis of scat I never even heard of, very charming to have top secrets Occult knowledge of the magic that re-calibrates nature’s random recombination of DNA’s product Apes runnin’ the show from outside of the cages, in some cases above and below the planet’s sea H2O, nitrogen & carbon dioxide makin’ the acid too hot to handle with bare hands, revolutionary.
Chlorine comin’ to the rescue of the good, bad & uglier than your ma & pa, I had such a pretty face To kiss and dance around while the fiddle is sawin’ the turkey in the straw for the hee haw of it all Monks came out of the caves to see this phenomenal display of creation, a funeral procession pace Heed the creed to believe in the incredible and deny the obviously transparent, the Truth of Days.
Weeks, months, years, decades don’t literally fly by but they could if they so desired, as if I’m One I know what I know, I think therefore I am here & now, period, it’s not negotiable with the minions Act 1 through Act 3 becomes the gist of the long story so short, in 2 hours, I am born then I lie dead Seems as if there’s a ruse going on, for my benefit, knowing that I will destroy the cosmos with lead.
Blown-up balloons and bombs are away, out of the B1’s & B52’s full of bonified atomic weapon TNT To drop from heaven as if it was the gods comin’ down with the hell’s fire from the bottom of the pit I am what we all are, colossal funk on the skull & bones of a cool rock in the middle of nowhere, now What I am is what I am is what you are, holy god crazy? Nothing else is possible, Truth is, Man’s a cow!
Ennui hits you before you become woke, you lost your parents’ directing your action and reaction hits To the Causes and Effects done for your imagination to scramble for the meaning to become legit ‘Its’ Subjects predicating objects in phrases, sentences, paragraphs & chapters of sagas behind the Schlitz Little and the elder ones who grew from a pebble, a stone, a rockin’ chip off of the old block of Fizz.
Some girls know what I’m talkin’ about & some don’t, smile like you know, it’s alright, alright, alright Buckle up buttercup and get ready to rock and roll the night & day from here on out to the orgasm fight Crushed into a pancake & then exploded into the essence of an old man’s salty sea, brave men feared It Respect for the life and the death that could be seen if you had your eyes wide open, let’s cry for stupid!
by r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, June XX2nd MMXXIII AD @ 1919 PMPST { Drafted as I lay dying & on an @EricChurch #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/toswACjpvTs }
Freedom of information acting as if it were not so free, in fact, it’s top secret & a need to know only Watched my own six with my head on a 360-degree swivel, told me about him or her bein’ a phony If I knew I couldn’t care less but since I didn’t know, I care & I want to know why specifically you suck Your full responsibility and obligation as an all too human unit of blood & bones to reproduce & thug.
I am in the wake of a meeting with the thing itself, it came & appears to be gone, yet lingers, my sons To the detriment of the gods, we’ve named & empowered with the good, the bad evil & the GD ugly Thoughts, thinking, pondering ‘bout birth & death, reasonable explication required to open fire upon Mother Earth & a One who allowed the egg to grow into your body & soul, those are the great ones.
Knowing Nothing and understanding less than that although something’s left, ring singin' in the ears Deaf or hard of hearing is one thing, a buzzing/ringing 24/7 is enough to make you dive in a mini-sub Wrapping up the presents just to rip the wrapping & git ripped by the green flower of God’s bud hub Gramma said "monkey see, monkey do" & she didn’t get past 8th grade, wisdom's tears for fears.
My ancestors had babies when they were young teenagers and raised broods between 4 and twenty Blackbirds and albino Cardinals with clipped wings to the dismay of inner psyche, A thing itself, see? Logic & reason out a proverbial window, although there’re no holes in the arguments of Plato & Marx Still, deduction depends on induction assumptions to conclude here, Absolute Truth of dark parks.
Dead bones buried & burned as they ought to be, as it’s been since humanity figured out the stench Dead & gone, uneaten and left the family starving because they couldn’t handle the constant wrench Cemeteries of the ghosts all over everywhere on the outskirts of bands of humanity, city & country Now, there’s gonna be a last Word Up your glory hole & out your pie hole, gag on a cherry pit seed.
Sift through the chaff & you’ll get the gems, diamonds & rubies that were hidden awaiting your touch In a moment of madness taking advantage of random chance that I’d grasp the Truth, kill the grouch Two wrongs don’t make a right but that’s the definition of insanity, repetition of failure to launch chit Out of the orphanage or a broken home, the others took their folks hard effort for granted, had a fit.
For his effort and for her attempt, they are both rewarded for trying, trophy love for everybody’s win Thinking that you exist for any reason other than random collisions of atoms & molecular evolution That’s a fool in the city waiting for the end to come, it will like it or not, it’s comin’ in a flash of pow You’ll know, everyone will, I won’t know, I’ll be all gone, I’m already gone, an Eagle thing, let’s go!
When it’s come time in each of our lives to give up the ghost, only on the flip side will you spin free I know why Samson loved Delilah and let his hair down too far to ever recover before anybody’d see Why he did it is because he would do anything for the only one who could get the full coverage set In stone like the commandments Moses drilled into the stoned rock, behave or pay-in-full eternity.
Lookin’ forward to the Honey Whiskey & Highland Flower bud after all the banks have been robbed It’s a matter of knowing the power that runs the whole shebang, the producer of the English dubbed I ain’t the one you oughta be paying attention to but if you arrest your attention, I’ll overrun in spades Card decks, single double, trump meld, bid to win It all gods’ games of Philosophy, hard drug raids.
Fecal matter for brains to keep the skull full of blind faith beliefs in cataclysms and instant witchcraft Can’t catch the real magic martyrs who give up the happiness granted at birth; I was the one for you Nobody but me could ever deny black hole truth, I made it up, I enforce it, I put ‘em all in my tin foil Performance driving in Chicago in & out of fast lanes, missing the exit & flippin’ off & I’m on a roll.
I gotta split, you never had to split, just me & it’s OK, it’s fine, it had to be that way, all my own way Never any regrets for me, my choices are the ones I alone made, influenced by the Unknown today It’s fine that I don’t know which angel is the captain of a ship, I treat every soul like the captain, aye Warm slowly into fission or fusion temperature, a collider of nanosecond proportions for you & me.
I drove and you sat shotgun although there was nobody threatening me or the stagecoach’s gold We headed up the 49er highway from Tahoe down to El Dorado, Indian country unsettled Mi-wok I am the notion without proportion, it’s the only calculus you need to now figure out the answer To the unsolvable rhetorical equation of Faith being equal to Truth, cancel the rest of the dreamer.
Holy or sacred-paranormal, haunting of spirits on Mars and the moon, watchin’ the mellow yellow No crashing & burning any more, universe is expanding a Big Bang, Harvey Wallbangers’ downlow Why? Who knows. Someday we’ll know it all…including the fact that we’ll all know it someday So your property winds up in the recycle & trash, no more questions, this means War, yesterday.
Mountains ain’t really moving but they are being enveloped in a swarm of salt water, Earth wobble Happened every time since the origin of Earth’s original sin, pickin’ apple wisdom from a tiny tablet Who could have imagined that someone knew the future that we didn’t, all our tangos clashed in it Wrappers of Snickers & Milky Way are all we got left way down under the sea, it’s all over, She IT!
by r j j stephan, i c. Mercredi, June XX 1st MMxxIII Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST
{ Drafted while crashin’ & burnin’ in the dream within a dream, now, why aren’t you here with me again? & jammin’ some @NewRadicals #SomeDayWellKnow link @ https://youtu.be/bDmA8qQKhMY } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
