Saturday, March 16, 2019
Follow Me
INSIDE OUT OF THE VORTEX
Utter hopelessness and your godmothers and fathers is the catfish hole, a noble holler
Wherein these words enter your cranial cavity and your mind wraps around the star
Horsewhipping’ comin’ down the pike to a neighborhood near your city-country trysts
If and only if you are an idiot, a moron or a nutcase then you will take offense at this.
On the way back to the barracks from the doctor and dentist I fell in love with signals
Stop, slow and go at corners or for jaywalkin’ stone-agers, ate a savior’s human genitals
Without iced cream, our world doesn’t rock n’ roll around the sun’s ecliptic, killed dead
Death is already gone and you might not like it, this eternal immortal being is voided.
Revolving and repeating, automatic and systematic, a function of the calculus instead
To be or not to be in this material world of rock and dirty star debris, gods’ dams dead
Dreaming on Saturday night, I thought it was real but then I awoke with a foot cramp
Rolled out of the rack, rested in the room, hit the streets and boulevards, lick a stamp.
Steeped in the vat of gas you breathe in and out, it’s a prank call to your mama’s kids
They know you when they see you but they have no idea where you’re at, row of skids
Off of the corners, in the gangways where angels fear to go, boys use foul, pig squeals
Complete smokin’ of #MrPickles, hunger and thirst aside, waving yeller banana peels.
Burned, buried, lost at sea or inside a volcanic eruption of the planet’s hot, rock soup
Around in circles or from point A to the infinite point at an end of a right angle’s line
Consumer of the Word, there you are you liar, call me and I’ll put your foot in a stirrup
Stepped in it more than once, smellin’ like the putrid smoke of refused matter, mine.
Naked but still alive and hungry for the food to continue the trip around the One down
Second, third and fourth down’s notwithstanding, it’s a perfect game, a shut-out clown
Mothers and fathers of the malformed, maladjusted homo sapiens, rest in empty peace
Where there’s no sights or sounds, feelings or smells, Vortex sucks, God’s highest priest.
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r j j stephan, i ....if the mountains tumble into the sea, bada bing bada boom, that’s all!
c. Saturday March 16, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to TheDrifters #StandByMe & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YaqjpfZJjpk }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Friday, March 15, 2019
#WhereIBelong #WithMyOwn #CheeseburgersInParadise #ParrotHeads
HERE’S A POKE IN YOUR EYE
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A song! Uh-h! Skirts above thighs brought the clouds of this frozen ocean down mountains
Melting into rivers and streams all the way back to the sea, for no reason, just because of sins
Not mine but an original Sin, the one that made the world this way, Mater Dei’s #BlueBubba
Hop on the bus and the shuttle out to the outer islands where nobody ever goes to Cha Cha.
You may have been created from love or hate but you’re here nonetheless, all of us, here, now
We’re makin’ dreams and illusions of our historical inheritance manifest on a destroyer’s bow
Sucker punch in the face breakin’ my bloody nose and jaw, fractured my skull’s absent mind
Into the final stages of dementia and we humans become trivial pursuit of Earth’s addiction.
Traditions and civilized culture notwithstanding, the extinction of the species is immanent
With or without y’all, I can rule the planet surface that I tread, alone with what heaven sent
Picnic on a blanket or on a park bench, ridin’ dirty on the tryst of life’s anomalous dear, fear.
You are too slow to play a game of cards, I have to finish the game before an inevitable bungle
Get on your high horse or uncover your will to power and use intent to materialize a jungle
On the way from conception, through deception myths idiots project this Void’s gold fleece
Compared to a poked eyeball, this living, #Nothing becomes extinct the day you rest in peace.
Eyes watering, blinded by the ultraviolet and infrared light, rainbowed spectrum blue to pink
On the way to be prepared for the inevitable obstacles in our way, balance on a fulcrum rink
Slide, slither, burrow and die enlightened or ignorant of the reason for being alive, to fly high
In your mind, man-goat body, abandoned white dwarves of Big Bangs, lord, almighty, sigh!
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r j j stephan, i
c. #TheIdesOfMarch 3-15-2019 Friday @ 9:11 AM PST #DRAFT#2
{ THIS first draft was lost in space after I hit the enter button! If this one doesn’t publish as it should have the first time, then YOU HAVE BEEN HACKED! #Cheers drafted while listenin’ to Jimmy Buff's link @ https://youtu.be/yR8FvDDhBv0 }
FINIS
#CheesburgersInParadise
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