#DownTheLineDolamite #GrouchNoSloucho #HowdyDoody #FelixTheCat #MASH #TRUMP #PsychodelicShack

YOU AIN’T NO GROUCHO MARX macho MAN

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There’s more than one way to rock but you’ve got no choice on which way to begin, all’s open

Feeling the monster under your bed or in your bedroom closet upstairs & away from holy sin

Regrets that I don’t have a thing to do with the luck from my father’s mother, Gramma Gert

Down the line from the Irish ancestor who cracked the Blarney Stone, legend of #Dolamiter.

Where’s young-elder Jane Fonda, where’s the Students who have blind faith in their leaders

Hippies and the Dead they follow are into the middle fork of life, a Woodstock long gone fears

Hurry & lock the door from the inside so you can’t get out when nobody’s picking the padlock

I have some jokes I’ve never seen on paper, I memorized them all, word for word, go tick tock.

In a manner of speaking, as above, so below, there’s no way to fathom a fertile egg evolution

On a divine cloud nine, only a human can contemplate the nature of a psychadelic shack of tin

Here we go again, as if there were any other choice in the direction of the wild fires burnin’ up

Matches and lighters, campfires and your ash from cigars, cigarettes & hot ash phuq in a cup.

Prisons keep the killers of civilization at bay, no stealing, no cheating, no spitting, no freedom

All for the sake of keeping the species safe from predators who fail to be an adequate hunter

Could be your father, mother, brother, sister or cousin, as long as it’s not you, you’ll keep it up

Without being framed for nothing you’ve done, can’t rinse out soap scum out the mug cup.

Here’s a mirage and there’s a phantasm of the mental recollection, dream in a dream’s film

There and then you’ll move the rare earth from the spinnin’ rock dust over to the aft or helm

It’s the sailors and the motor mechanics that move the ship between the waves of salty sea

Y’all quit flappin’ your gums, your jaws need to remain clenched, locked down, DOA to be.

Kings, queens and weak military leaders of the navies, armies & air forces have no mercy

They are not the higher intellects of the DNA gene pool, afterall, it’s random butterfingery

Taste and an olfactory whiff impossible to reckon, it’s all that’s left to blinded deaf & dumbs

No offense, most effective defense, game begins, rules & ethics begets wins & losses sums.

Fortunately, an atom and it’s subatomic charm have made it through a big bang of hydro gas

It’s all we are and were always meant to be, an accident in the middle of nowhere’s overpass

Queen labored & begot the rest of the galaxy’s solar systems all at once, an astral scorch spark

Atop of the water tower, sniper blew the head off the shoulders, stand down order overruled.

It’s all over, do better the next time, learn from the failure of texting your blackberries, eh pal

It’s all in the way you hire the people who protect the men & women who run America’s show

Fly on your broom as a witch on a dust broom might, from cauldron to the wicked white blow

When you move to and fro, you keep the target out of sight, unscoped and microscoped et al.

There & then when you drew your initial suck of gas, allowed to the tiny lung sacs growing up

Cats both large and pets in the house of mankind, they alone can be the predator to creep out

Things they kill to eat without cooking on fired-up stoves or camp fire lickn’ flames’ barbeque

Drinkin’ the spirits and blamin’ the world for all your errors and fake news’ out of the blue.

In the end as it should be, you’ll finally realize why this life had to be lived just to roll the dice

I have no problem with that at all, I appreciate evil breath I take, as above, so below black ice

You don’t know what it will be but there will be the last thing you see, then caput, it’s all over

Neither you nor I can do anything about a sound of wine grapes dripping into cups of a lover.

More sleep needs to be input to reiterate the output outpouring into the wild blue yonder

You can’t find the monkey who fell out of the coconut tree because that monkey was me

Predicate subjected to adverb modified verbs and adjectives, articles, interjections of logic

Reason at best soothes the savage beast, the Truth you can’t handle comedy for the tragic.

Stillborn out of Time in the Space of the liberty to move about beginning wih zip, zilch, zero

Larger than the smallest speck of matter in the neutrino range of the astrophysical, it’s done

As tiny particles conglomerate until they obliterate everything in between my soul man hero

Exoplanets are aligned as they infrequently line up in an imaginary straight line from our sun.

Stop momentum before you analyze every angle resulting in polymorphous Hootie on a dime

In a wretched game of Tug of War, one side pulls the other side so close it’s smothered Time

Dead and gone with the keys buried in the underground with the dead bones & urns of blow

Halted tracks, forget the memory lapse, it’s here & gone in no time, ad hominem Jim Crow.

I can dish it out but it’s difficult if not impossible to take it the same way, my bailiwick forms

For the low price of ticket to see some guitars and dru--ms accompany pianos, voice & horns

Tellin’ you the Truth from Illinois to Texas, Mississippi, Montana, Washington & California fog

Saw Mount Ranier to the American River’s Salmon Falls, then onto my tiny bump on the log.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, July XXXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1212 AMPST

#DoubleClutchinForYoMama

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D>?

#MountTheHIVEinTwentyFIVE #HoldOnLoosley #ImComin'

NO REASON FOR man's LOGICAL CONCLUSIONS

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In the prequel to the fictional documentary, the thing itself becomes out of form
Shaped in the outlined skin and bones inherited by the April fools who wanna harm
You and I are privy to the truth about the harm done to no one, hard to hold loosely
What and where begins the journey of the soul from invisible presence of salt in the sea.

You and I have always known since we were teenagers, now 73 give or take a few, so?
Out of time almost before I knew I wasn’t immortally here & now, reach out, I did not
Smoked guns and other pyrotechnics that got me out of touch with the Space’s Time
Blood gave me the heated warmth to take over my mother’s hot bones of slick rhyme.

Now and then, you’ve got to stick it directly in the eye, just like the Curly third stooge
Dreams come true just like inside the rear panel of the old Sylvania or RCA photon deluge
We weren’t blind, deaf or dumb yet the commercialism predicted a dream would come true
Thoughts cropped up based on the ideas coming in & outta nowhere, yet somewhere far, too.

Mind of the third eye over the Matter of the all too human lover of theoretical edibility funk
For real, no other choice but to get chewed up by a man-eater, respective of the kiss of a punk
I am what I am, father & mother knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault, random DNA 1st cause built
Utter termination of the analysis regarding the First Cause of Life & unacceptable fatal guilt.

One long, long time ago back in 1964-1965, it made me feel better standing a bully down
Took him outside of the playground fence and kicked his ass in the grass, I was an altar boy
Literally and figuratively, I was a boy scout achieving my guiding light in the darkness’ ploy
Full of grace and the credit card deficits, simple mind looks at appearances as One shown.

Freaking Outerspace reality above the ground, never six feet under or burnt, crushed rock
Sweet sounds of the voices exuding the cheer of the soapy water in the lake’s land locker
You’ve got the combination’s sequence, zero at the beginning triple spin past the hot zero
Simple man, complicated woman and permutations between you & your frenzy of blow.

High and low lights between the days and nights produced by a spinning ball of lead gold
War was on Rawhide & Stagecoach cowboys and cowgirls who meant no harm, got so old
Pounded the pavement & disintegrated underground rocks and stardirt below to the fears
Silly as Hades mothers who screw their own, comrades and amigos of the beware dangers.

Grotesquely unsettling features of the beautiful and ugly who cover up for the very good RIP
Burnt, buried, taxidermized like the philosopher squarely input into a square hypothesis of Id
Ego and the superman who can’t fly or bend steel, can’t repel the projects fired out their arms
Serious firearms locked in a safe distance, no bullets or unpowdery trajectory 10 millimeters.

Now you move from space to space without your own place, it’s everywhere you set foot now
Completely surrounded by an infinite state of obliterated cosmic slop, the Steins & the Changs
I knew this would happen after Enlightenment I gleaned from the hornet nest’s stinger welts
Melted the hardened black ice & white noise that failed to extinguish my squashed DNA belts.

Awful or beautifully elegant, either way the scat goes down whenever it comes up in a revolt
Shunned by the followers & leaders to make up for their shortcoming evolutionary dead-end
Bodies on the floor splattered off of the holy wall in the middle of Paradise gifted by Alien god
Hit man can feel the emotion before the ending, finale will put the guess in B Negative blood.

Hurry & scurry like the cornered rats who’ve got nowhere to be born to run around hot circles
All squares who couldn’t manufacture all right angles, settled for 90-degree triangles, 3 points
Infinity without the humane or inhumane monikers, blaming the creator for free wills’ quirks
Roots invisible but sucking all power away from the gravitational collapse of cherry Jello jerks.

Fine lookin’ resembling the Frankenstein’s monsters and Dracula’s blood suckin’ minions’ ilk
Cash money in a deep pocket, gold, silver & platinum rock, trade for shelter & chocolate milk
Much too human for the divine to call a wash, it’s getting’ even with steven that’s all it ever is
Sights unseen, thoughts in word sounds, subjects, objects, verbs & modifications of atom fizz.

Murky and clear as pure glass windows in a skyscraper’s floors above the clouds, azure blues
Unrevolving, stopped wobbling, the day stays hot until hot water dries up & dissolves in hues
Beer money & champagne tastes got me to apex at the top of the holy pile of scat left by gods
I’m already gone, nothingness’ imagined, jawbone of leftover teeth, tiny bit of me, hotrods!

The heart and brain inside of the skin hold up the bones & animate holy scat to recycle grace
Moving pictures all in your mind, y’all asleep & dreaming the twilight zone hit the human race
Fall guys look like fellas that were neglected by their handlers, let them be insipid fakes & liars
Trust me not, faith in nothing at all, whichever way you choose, go right to left, nobody cares.

Found the exchange for your blood, sweat & tears, got paid a living wage to walk, dream deal
It’s the Art of The Deal, only one way to succeed and avoid failure, it’s dead on real, I do feel
Imagine birth & death just like this passing parade, you know, I know, we all know, it’s all God
If it ain’t all God, then it’s a UFO group from another solar system, blowin’ our DNA’s life Pod.

All in or out of the thing itself, it’s conception & the deception until the dissolution physics
Dead and gone, your ancestors left you with the same thing they had before they lost chicks
Girlfriends, lady friends, mates of the checks and balances, the spirit of the survival, dead air
Cause is because it’s a useless, useful idiot explaining subjective verbiage & holy, nappy hair.

Breaks of the linear functions complete the mission of extinction of the species, DNA deleted
Like the RNA is reprogrammed to survive, the extinct was always the alpha’s & omega’s dead
Sisters, mothers, wives, lady friends, that is all there is for the Ends, without ‘em take a bow
The stage is to the right, exit and blow the production, there’s no bravo for the third eye flow.

Days’ nights, repeat ad infinitum or not, could be the last gasp of your diaphragm’s paradigm
Wishing a third time after the first two failed to command the elements to out Space & Time
Her feelings and his comprehension of them in the real world, that is a monster on the loose
Dracula or Frankenstein, creature from the Black Lagoon, I’m all in, fiction on a ocean cruise.

Money is the dropped digits on a screen, no green, no gold, no scat leftover for the bankers
Inherited what’s leftover, here & now is always there & then, forever and one more day too
Common cats came from the bodies of other cats, reproducing nobody’s food for the butcher
Only the four-legged forms, the two-legged birds and crawling, swimming life to ingest FEAR.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 7-XXVII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Created while listenin’ to @CatStevens #AnotherSaturdayNight on #ALoop at youTube link at
https://youtu.be/_3SLr5pT2e8?si=HNRp3XX61rQPI4-e }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Silly Sons of Beaches Dried Up H2O #FiveEasyPieces #HoldItBetweenYourKnees

SPINES FOR THE SUPPORT, SPINE’S DIVINE

Diving from sixteen feet above the surface into a jackknife or a one & a half tuck cannonball

Killer instinct floating in deep space without an anchor, without a compass to direct it all

High or low, out or inside job to keep you on your toes, ready for the finale of a corpse doom

Buries the stink so far away that there’s no memory of the stank of a carcass, just perfume.

Bones separated from one another when there’s no reason left to keep it all together, I’m in

All or nothing in the killer pot, either you win it all or lose it all, there’s no other option of sin

Mortally or originally a disobedient violator of the commands from a Father, Son & a ghost

Only you know and I know the meaning of the Truth, hidden from the many ones, the most.

Burnt in the fire until the forms turned into ash-like stardirt, no way to decipher Truth’s milk

You want to but you can’t succeed at the only thing anybody can do, spinnin’ on spider silk

Hurt in the hot flame, burnt in the first degree and the circulation diminished into a vacuum

Where nothing can live and nothing can die, nothing doing anywhere at any time, like scum.

For the first time in the re-recorded history of homo sapiens who inhabit Death Valley’s ash

You & I know the arid desert that is in between antibodies of water left over from the Ice Age

Happiness is one lucky result for a fraction of those born to run or crawl upon the big stage

Traumatic repetition of the causes which precede effects of a spoon runnin’ away ala dish.

Word that begins with an “F” like in #Fake news, just a middle of the road POTUS apparatus

An apparatchik is above and below the politics of freedom of speech, truth or lies about us

You and I stay out of the loving avalanche cascading from the shores of Gitchegoomy Lake

What you know when you begin the fire is that you will never burn it all down for God’s sake.

It’s not for me to say that the magic spell can only work with the power of the holy will

What you use to imagine the thoughtful idea coming to fruition, like magic whiskey swill

Down the hatch and the spirits move from belly to brain as quickly as an empty belly can

Throw up the throw backs while throwing spit balls between knuckle balls, hardball fan.

It changes in a New York minute how ever long that might be, more or less than an hour

Period piece between the legs of my daughters who cannot resist the temptation of Eve

They all beget the grandkids who always have a room in my mansion, their DNA qualify

By far this is the most important thing to ever know, when you die, no soul’s gonna fly.

Settle for faked Truth and not the blind faith fairy tale your mother & father regurgitated

Applied the astrophysics and common-sense degree in philosophy to the grateful dead

Head to bottom of the feet tarsals a menudo results to be masticated between the jaws

Make no bones about the finale to the play, it’s first, second & third acts on feline raws.

Monks hide from their kinfolk & following cohorts, brothers & sisters from other mothers

Between the starting gate and the photo-finish line in the track’s turf, what it is brothers

A longshot bet with the odds against the 30-1 so I bet a C-note on the #RedRooster Philly

I rolled the bones, Rolling Stones, as above, so below, it’s sweeter than cheesesteak T.

Pork rinds ain’t like a pig in a poke, they’ll do in the pinch because they’re epic munchies

Without cerveza from Corona it’s impossible to appreciate the substance abuse of these

Monkeys with the careers and retirements before rigor mortis sets in, Time spins the dead

Caught and stuck awaiting to fight the bite, spider comes, I’m already gone, ya bonehead.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, July XXVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Kicked the jaw shut on the corpse of dead words in rows while dead in the water }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?