Suspend your judgement now that you’ve been trained to avoid accidental pot shots You’re in charge of being fabulous all night & all day, that was all she wrote, stiff worms A note on the back of a piece of Scott’s T.P., I think it was wet with dry tears, got shots Simple mind workin’ out the algebra alogrhythm & geometric formulas for angle forms. Bedroom, kitchen, dining and living rooms all empty of furniture & clothes, closets out Of starlit walks in moonlight makin’ you feel like you were a queen’s hot, cosmic dust It was an act of free will to take a bite of the apple, wisdom is hard to resist, I know it It’s never now because of what happened way back when, before we were born in chit. Filled to the bottom of the top where you cannot go any further, you make it or break it Since infancy’s total dependency passed, I’ve devoured the mud, blood & drunk beer I cared until it got careless for all of the others to care about me, I was a broken heart Not because of Love but due to a collision in the empty Void, the end is a jump start. Brought the wonder into the world’s bizarre flipping and wobble in an infinite ecliptic Forever upside down when you look at it right side up, mirror image of stupid schtick Johnny came lately when Dick & Jane went into their weekend frenzy, Dick pulled out Jane found eyes wide opened when an imaginary form, muscled bone made her shout. Tears fell down from your shoulder, down your back to the floor, met energy & matter Fear of nobody and nothing except the fear itself, moving without reason or rhyme Just a foreboding forbidding the home of the brave from protecting the distressed kid Poor king and queen, poor leader of the cigarette packs, smoked to death, God forbid.
At the end of the brooks & streams, there’s a waterfall into a raging river of hard times Before your parents & guardians turn you out to burn, before it’s too late, just breathe Depending on whether you’ve spent your Time & Money by the End, your limit’s done You’ll find the open door to enter, can’t turn back because the whole shebang’s gone. In the dark without incandescent filaments burning the dream from end to bitter end Words are rough to say & impossible to grasp without being a burden to your lovin’ kin Back to the front of the class where you couldn’t pull the girls hair to get some action Why man, you could do the crazy things at six, seven and eight dressed to the nines?
Danced on and off the stage until the feet’s couldn’t move no more, so to speak to you Hormones helped but that’s only a word for a Spirit that moves the stone’s junk around Dreams come true the moment they end, it’s the only way the ball bounces, up & down Game, rules, honesty, gullibility and I mix it up into a hodge-podge of the CoVid19 FLU. All stars don’t have training to be the natural born energy of the powers that be, Fire Up Can’t fight fire with hot fire, all of the gas that feeds the flame must be fully choked up A middle path always is the only way to go, left or right over too far trips you off the cliff Start to go & there’s no stopping until the finale, waiting for the signal to blink, I’m stiff. Now then, over the border, down on the border we got hoarders gobbling liberty in too Leaving the dream out of control, letting the monsters enter from failures to launch it All the good, all of the ugly mix it up and turn out the things that live in evil, cess pools Penitentiary prisoners getting out of jail free, I erased the terror, holy innocence rules. Rowboats, jet planes & trains still move when cars & trucks can’t move with H2O gas Creation exists to destroy, it’s yin & yang of Nothing, froze snow H2O, dripped too fast Fish die, animals on land & in the air, then die, extinction synchronized a bulge of zero Fiction, begins & ends, you knew, you didn’t believe it, this is it, The End, I am the hero. by r j j stephan, i c Mardi, Janvier XXIIIrd, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
SIGNALS IN THE PITCH BLACKNESS, INVISIBLE & SILENT
Fortune’s blind luck combined with my imagination to produce the cosign to go forth In the same condition you were before your conception, there’s no god of the fake birth Nothing to carry from point A to point B, no mythological miracle transpiring ‘round it Utterly innocent of every cause of every effect, whether I’ve a hand in it or not, I’m lit. Started planting seeds in the country, drinkin’ wine & smokin’ pine in the moonlight For me & my sanity, I was so happy bein’ back in the world, after two tours of duty chit Kind to everyone who deserved it, not so much to the jokers who want to be fabulous Like all of the rest of the losers who restart the engine ad infinitum, it’s cosmic dust. In and out of the dream that looks like there’s a reason to call it reality, a rolling stone Upward or downward, hot or cold, soft or hard, it’s all here, now & it’ll all be gone then Unborn, knee-high to a man, girl or bad boy, Philadelphia freedom boys, all too human Treasure underground or spread in dirt-mud, blood & olden homes, Tao control ZaZen. On a boulevard or the avenue, counting on the crows to leave no crumbs for the vermin On schedule when the big animals who run the show go to sleep, young ones all begin To sneak out of the windows when the old elders are dead asleep from the hard labor Brothers and sisters of our mothers and fathers were our aunts and uncles of culture. Certain death to play beat the clock around all four of the corners on your cell block Yet, somebody needs to take responsibility for the error or the almighty deity’s cock Unless we’re all descendants of aliens from either another planet or solar system spin In rivers, streams & brooks down into our wells, we measure the golden gods we win. Alien conquerors will burn every bit of the culture’s recollection of too human wisdom When we’re young, days turn to nights until we get old & the lights dim at a god’s whim Leaving every cause and every effect you’ve ever experienced in the barristers, in love With the fifteen percent plus expenses and divine allowance for tax levies from above.
You’ve completed the mission that you weren’t briefed on before your beginning Ends Like a dream would be if you try to recall what happened during your over-under bends On the road ‘tween here & there, there’s no One-Way signs, it’s a freeway of exit ramps From immaturity to senility there’s some interest in between those parallel-line amps. Words go subjected to predication of people, places & sweet nothings themselves Not for any trivial reason at all, making predictions out of sentences of G-strings Lit up the leaves for the sake of the smoke signal to the cerebral cortex, it’s aliens Like invisible elves who leave the wisdom to apply to the survival of mortality sins. This is a trip, dig this scat, yesterday I thought that I was as immortal as an azure sky Today I have found the chink in my armor and it’s nothing but a chunk of Fake News Devils have lived, that’s why they're beyond good & evil, beyond hope & prayers to Ra Sun and moon, planets and the constellations of stars throughout the live Void-drama. Whether you’ve been reproduced via love or a rushed mistake in the heat of a night It don’t matter in that regard, ‘cause just to arrive on Earth is alright, alright, alright Future is bright until our last gasp of breath, leaving the rest of the gas behind doors Packed bags won’t matter, Nothing to carry & Nobody to GAF about us divine whores. Sirens screaming for my signal to release the hounds from the Trojan Horse fist fight Nobody will get out alive other than me & the apostles, disciples of the trifecta sight Happy idiot that struggled for a legal tender, gold & silver, platinum-plastic pretender Gotta go bye bye and there’s one last thing I’ve got to do before I leave, “I surrender!” To the Beautiful among the riff raff that requires the plus & minus of the inequality sin Full of the Left and just short of a full deck of 52, you won’t win the game on #Carson Being in the chair, introducing the knowns and the unknowns, all to come & go, on/off It’s the remote button that controls the holy and the wasted refuse of the gods’ cough. Drilled into your skull through your ears and signed language, seen to mean arguments Formulations of the ideas & thoughts that hold your attention, focus on the fun & pain When it’s all gone, you’re all alone and even I fade to black, fade far, so far away too Can’t deposit anything that’s left, since I gave it all to you to keep safe from wolf brew. You know when you hear the backbeat and rhythm of the rhyme, you’re in the groove G From Louisiana to Montana, my bones got it there & in ‘tween the blue jeaned legs, see Mirror lost the reflection when I broke it into a thousand pieces of glass chips, all over Place in Space where nobody ventures & nothing’s ever gained, where I am, Yo, lover! Listen here, one-stop shop, makes your cherry pop, really hits the spot like sugar cane Honey, just drop wine down, gets two getting’ ready to Tango, girls drivin’ boys insane You’re both at one as you were before conception, as an egg & sperm of mama’s womb It’s no secret that you’re in the middle of nowhere without a clue on the way to a tomb. Paid in full, fool got fooled by the fools, kept the tally of the figures, IOU nothing, UOME Until I take up room in Space, you owe the bail’s bond of your bail from Attica, you see? You broke rules, you’re being punished, it’s both retribution and behavior modification So you don’t do the same thing again, a shock to a rat, now then, it’s The Chair, my son! You & I & the dead who came before us all ask why, wherefore, can’t get the holy name Prayed on knees, lying down, standing up, on beads or silently in my head, it’s so lame
Gangs of adults acting the fool, human siblings who tell mama we woke up with wood Fast forward the rest of the whole shebang, left today so far, go, go, go right, I am dead. by r j j stephan, i c. Dimanche, Janvier XXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST { Crashed this gem out while jammin’ to @Christina_Aguilera #Maria & hits link @ https://youtu.be/gijlzwc3NRM }
Gas of the sun is the fire of our living soul, you'll never know the reason why you all erred But if you wait until the day after you die, you'll see the poor souls passing in and out, dead Quandary times putting the Times in a bottle to spin around clockwise or vice versa to point At all of us at one time or another, first me, then you & then y'all ad infinitum, silver coined.
Bear with me while I bear open the whole truth about the three bears and Goldilocks, the end Don't know 3 bears or any girl named Goldilocks, but why break into a bear's cave for porridge Anyway, it could be worse, could have been skippin' to grandma's house through the forest edge As it was above so it is below, someday all of the six kids will grow up and their lives will mend.
Guilty pleasures since the age of reason kicked in, around seven years & some change, nightmares Something about big apes, like @KingKong comin' to my house & tryin' to break down the doors I could see the apes right through the glass, just like Darwin saw the evolution of One lonely cell In a nest or just free-floating in deep space without a paddle or rudder, waiting for a collision Hell.
You inherited the RNA that the entire genome of humanity has received via immaculate conceptions Peculiar yet the absolute Truth is stranger than fiction, you cannot imagine why, ignorance blessings Too busy bein' fabulous to think about us, it's fine because you taught me forever by all three things Your little note & all you wrote, you ain't comin' home anymore, I ain't the one that had Adam's sins.
If it’s not too much trouble, please call me before my number changes for the good, better & best I always wanted to be honest but I had to lie or I’d go straight to Hades, if you know what I mean Fun and games happen when you’re allowed into the broods of the clan, it ain’t as bad as it could be Ku Klux or Ann Klauck, whichever the person said their name was when I called, it was a high she.
Hey man, sure I shot the sheriff in my dream but IRL I only shot the deputy, I did not shoot the sheriff If I wanted to I could have shot, it was the other guy in the crowd that shot the sheriff, not the deputy So, there’s no double jeopardy and I know now that the law is trying to shoot me down, electronically Pulling the plug on the Word, about places, faces and things that they do within the confines of alleys.
Bottom drops out one day & there’s nowhere left to stand up, for or against these tropes of the fool’s trip Pretending that you’re rewarded or punished after the body dies is a myth that’s good for modification Of normal, natural, selfish behavior of each person who is born all too humane for the divine, no mistakin’ The rocks roll downhill to the place gravity allows no further entry, wormholes of Time shots for drinkin’.
Bare handed fist fights in the ring of shame where the idiots & morons coerce the stupid to follow leaders Shed all fears and anxiety and tears, the good, the bad & the ugly came in the trinity of saddened jokers Who remember nothing before their birth, before the history of the civilized & brute, when God roamed Free to be free, liberty without limit, nothing to prove & nowhere to go for anybody at all, kind of dead.
Oceans or leftover blood, sweat & tears, only seven dry pieces of dirt left to cover, to liquidate in the sea You and I, regardless of the others who remember or don’t, we are gathering the thought of the One to be Sent off to the airmail where Rickie has the number, it’s an infinite unknown but allows friendly fighting To be or not to be is a rhetorical question of wanting to play the game, nobody wins when One is losing.
Slide over to my crib so we can shoot the breeze 'bout how long this has been going on 'tween y'all, us two A one-way love affair each of us for our own selves and nobody else, it’s the easy way to avoid being blue Suspicion of losing the winner kills the whole bundle of joy, present turns into silt of an azure sea of Asia Stars overjoyed with unnatural glory of being alive, breathing air without suffering infirmity’s paraplegia.
Extraordinarily one and the same with the end of the days of the Earth, your days & mine, end at The End Y’all ask voulez couches avec-moi? Well now, that’s about par for the course, it’s one gitchy-gitchy thing Think about this, no intercourse between the XX & XY gametes means inevitable extinction, ding-ding Ding-a-ling you know is better the ding-a-ling you don’t know, matter & formless Space & Time bends.
Predicament prefaced by the training to traverse the maze from beginning to end, there’s only one way out It’s not what you would expect to be the end of the thing we got here, life in a fast lane, in a perennial bout To win, to lose or to draw the tie for the game, it’s Monopoly-Parcheesi from the get Go to the finale’s end You graduated or you wouldn’t be able to read these words, sweet nothings and a little something second.
Sweet like smelling sugar water or honey, how yo’ mama made you a diabetic baby with no skeleton key Gods can’t fly because wings don’t exist on things other than birds & insects, come on man, you monkey Ape-like movements, naked primates shaving and playing like their special delivery from creator kings Blind faith in leaders, human beings you follow as you assume the Word is wise & well worth it things.
Bonafide beach boys and surfer girls rolled up & down west Highway #1 to catch the swells before dusk Nothing like the forms of tan skin and bones comin’ to twilight, ready for the well drinkin’ at the high risk Funk & Wagnalls meant the double entendre cadre of jamochs said words, sentences, paragraph, all bunk Full of the scat digested after the three meals per day for seven years, 84 months of pablum & hardy funk.
Trees have leaves before they have fruits and nuts, the dream ends before the harvest, labor board strike Hope & Faith are useless after death, only Life depends on their fictional accounts of the historical record Reality bobs to the surface with a monster acting all too human, impossible to predict or measure intent Of mankind full of the women who beget the children who have no idea why Life exists on Earth’s rent.
Foxes I have chased since 1969 on to the day before my wife said “I do” too, all could be dead & gone I’m still here but not for long, a century comes before anybody knows it, you will forget you were her Not because you want to forget, you’ll have no brain, mind or body, no memory to retrieve an origin sin I have the TNT, it’s primed, dynamite can’t be the sun’s First Cause of implosion into the black hole’s kin.
Vicious battle inside of your head or outside of your home’s floor, walls & ceiling, every case is the bomb Sombreros & my Zookie met for tacos & Tequilla shots, salt & lime pleasure, it’s rammin’ my CDROM Books on the shelf, data breached in the cache of 0’s & 1’s whether the hackers like it or not, it’s so tricky Intel is artificially produced by the hucksters & charlatans, you push & you pull, wrap your head ‘round.
Dog pets or friends who got your back like yo' dog would if you had one on a leash, you got it boon coon Tricky to rock around the clock with nobody wanting to rob you of your fake peace and golden doubloons Face to feet, it’s all down to this, you see me & then you don’t, I got chit to do & there’s no time to fathom Chug-a-lug now in or out of the chopper, it’s the flames of the tiny fire heating up my blue jeans’ bottom.
Boys and girls grown into the women & men, workin’ for the Man, married to the mob, lettin’ kids down Nobody knew, not even one mom or one dad, why they loved and made the children who all like to frown Behind or in front of the whole shebang, you get down low and dig the action of life moving to & fro here Red black dirt growing the plants & anima to these visions right in front of your face, ain’t no sin or fear.
Ridin’ on the freeway again, oh man, it’s the fine pink Cadillac 2025 A.D. stereo rockin’ the 88’s in traffic Blocks past me in 5 seconds flat, there’s no sub-cruisin’ with the top dropped, & we’re in overdrive slick Drops the pedal now, don’t wait because you’ll get here faster, quick as you can because I’ve got a secret It’s all about you on my side of town, y'all come to my door, ring my bell, sundown, you’re cryin’, ah s#it!
I had One & Only, she moved up to the neon moon without me, I know where it’s at & I’ll fine here there It’ll be time soon, she’ll wait I know, she’s got my Jack Daniels Black & a shot glass in your pretty hands Your cowgirl brain made the cash, got the tickets & you’re here for the party, singing rockin’ country blue Top of mountains, deep in a dark caves, ultraviolet light blew me away into the netherworld’s polar bear.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Janvier XXth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST
