COME HOME 'FORE YOU LEAVE FOREVER & A DAY
Some say one thing when you’re with them & quite another thing when they hate
There was the government’s cheese I ate from 19 years young, now I’m o’er 69 too
World spun around & left me in this necessary condition for monkey business fate
Miraculous search ended without a finale’s completion, take a bow right now fool.
Rivers flowed both north to south & south to north, dependin’ on emergency landing
Deep end or on the banks of the coastal discord of chords, treble & bass alto singing
Nevertheless, picking the winners and losers is a die roll, cocaine & guns gave up fun
Missiles launched just because I had the codes, survival or extinction, aviator sailin.’
Infrared, pink swine movin’ on down the line to the blue & ultraviolet, infinite riff on air
Through the woofers & tweeters, etc, etc, etc, the memory of the movements’ longhair
Completely necessary & sufficient for the narrow way to be breached to the up higher
Special of .38’s & damn skippy dot 44’s of the S & W masterpieces, help meet a maker.
Barking and not biting just like the good & evil witches & warlocks, drinkin’ my ‘shine
Two or three Ball jars-full of fire in a glass, tapes your eyes open for life, ala nova cane
Dreams tended to while wide awake 18 hours every revolution of a wobbling spheroid
Time measuring a hyperspatial line, parallel & perpendicular, extinction soul? Fine.
Immaterial girls in a material world know nearly everything except a happy end, a rave
Fooling the children born & raised by the idiots chained to the walls of the inner cave
Shadows on the back walls moving & pushing ahead from nowhere & back, fool dumb
Dropped pills, injected the venom to kill the viral infections but got some dead serum.
Part of a whole circle is a slice of blown mind, words formed from the Void of yo’ mama
Back down on your knees every night makin’ believe praying works miracles like papa
It never gets the effect yo, it’s not what you will, above ain’t like here, now have a bawl
Inside nobody’s closet, entryway or boudoir in the castle, I was here before all of y’all.
Occult sounds and sights for the deaf and dumb as a full barrel of Rhesus Macaques
With nothing more than the stench in the trench, you lie among the dead & gone Pez
Candy to fill your cavity up with ratted hair and cash money, full green in the coffer
Shared with the cyborgs who don’t play anything, just stand there for the higher liar.
Bring the bacon home to your stye and make all of the boars whimper and fret on a spit
Sausage making the mess, it happens when you eat dead, but it used to suck on a teat
Strangled yourself, cut off your wind, starved self, blown reveille on my mama’s bugle
On your honor, honorable discharge for ones who deserve the reward of the struggle.
All of the night when Earth spins away from the hot, holy star, neither above nor below
Trust me from pre-rock to post-rock, the dream is infinitely more, as a co-star role hole
Beyond any zone trippin’ you occupy, a dread zone that’ll suck you in a deep, holy one
Known vacuum contains Nothing, hold me, kiss me, I’ll be annihilated, a golden dawn.
Pies are a byte more than 3.14 units, talkin’ berries, fruits, nuts, curs and ways of life
Mirror image on reflective glass, invented out of a dreamland of magical, surfing wife
Moved to the island once my gold piled up higher than the sky, I knew I’d bleed it out
All ways end, there is no infinite road to nowhere at all, only a whiny protester shout.
Big red barn in the background of the back forty, concrete poured everywhere on dirt
It will crumble like the rest of the Times of the recent & ancient history, pills be taken
Rolling a stone up a mountain that nobody ever gets to mount, just livin’ to get to die
But why? Reward or punishment for obedience to a GD fool’s gold commands, I’ll lie.
Punks & brave heroes put the Earth on the solar wind orbit, will to power on loan too
High or low, we’re all gonna go, like it or not, it’s the nature of the beast, rawhide pooh
Without the cows and bulls, we’d be livin’ on rocks that roll, caveman rules of a killer
To live life, other things must die, be gutted, deboned & BBQ’d on a spit, just cook ‘er.
Message you received & I transmitted before transiting to the place in Space, holy part
Be happy always, even during the sadness but protect your heart & soul ala martial art
Forward or sideways but never backward unless it precedes the necessary, got a beer
Drunk mind will never enter my brain’s function, last O2 draw, I will laugh, ain’t no fear!
Apology to the families I’m relating to, the black sheep you’ve raised, I’ve gleaned too
Misery and elevated glee come and go, none stay long enough to grow roots, no fools
Survived the onslaught of pain and suffering doled out by welfare mothers in the yard
In the state pen, on the Rock or any jail with a rat trap for rats who get away, poet bard.
Full of the scat brought in with the good meals & fine drinks, drunk & ate the best chit
Wrecks inside your mind & outside on the streets outside your cave of walls, fenced it
Barking and howling either at the moon or your caretakers will not fix your conditionals
Your happiness achieved only in unconsciously eating fast food clubs, urban survivals.
Perfectly set between plus and minus zero, a perpendicular line splits ends pro & con
Monkeys in and out of the cages, lookin’ for trouble takin’ other apes’ chit, trouble son
If you need to defend vs an offender, strike fast & lethal, otherwise you’ll live & die too
All in one and same day, you don’t want that or if you do want it, it will be done to you.
Disconnection from the intercontinental projection of dry land left from evaporation
Millions of years ago, there was no dry land anywhere on Earth, it was hot water mud
Leftover from the meaning of life to the rats and roaches which survived the Big Bang
Highlights of a mental defect accelerate during progressive urban storms, God Dang.
On your best behavior now just because your momentum warps Time & inner SpaceX
Cream of the crop of DNA merged for only one I could ever be, my daddy’s proud face
Baby boy from ’51 and the fireman couldn’t live & die in the fires of the urban stormer
Message is written in cryptic lipstick on the mirror, “See ya later!” your “X” & #Former.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 9-1-2025 Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to
@MontgomeryGentry #DaddyWontSellTheFarm on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/1tb1ngTYl60 & @KipMoore
#SomethinBoutATruck link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E
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