HAMMERS APOUNDING space IN A CUP
Before you finish the end of the dream, keep in mind that you’re gonna die sooner or later
It’s not a bad idea to keep your opinion to yourself, nobody can agree with a slick ice skater
Yet here we are and you’re agreeing with me, a sliding hockey player on blades that cut faces
Watching the game unfold, it’s going to be over before you know it, y’all knot up your laces.
No fooling you with the pretension and deception of the minions, I’m honest injun, tell no lies
I don’t care if everyone understands the Truth, that won’t matter the day this black hole dies
Mirror without a reflection in the darkness, it’s there yet it’s not here, it’s two things to know
What you believe may be a lie manufactured for the minions who snorted all of mama’s blow.
Conceived in innocence and held responsible for the unintentionally outrageous good times
From dawn to dusk, all 365 of the spins, the wobbles of the dirt-rock in gravitational collapse
It ain’t my fault & I don’t blame you for putting me down, far below the Earth’s scored rhymes
Buried down South below the Mason-Dixon line, it’s y’all in a counter evolution of thin dimes.
On board without ever going overboard ‘cause gravity pulled the only way to go, angels do fly
Up above the 8 miles between the surface of the planet and the stratosphere envelope, I die
Outerspace is where the death of us all goes for the eternity of the invisible unknown ghost
High fall & an educated guess but it’s a clear light fool, I’ll be the only one, I’ll die in two, too.
Southern rockin’ my skeleton into a traveling frenzy, packed & ready to go, Ferrari on a fat fly
Whisky and Rye, Gin, Vodka and Jack Daniels getting’ shuffled by the heavenly spirit blue sky
Wonder woman bartends as she fills the superman’s whiskey glass, she had long, curly hair
Ready to lay down after a handful of the licks I laid down on the Stratocaster Ajax, love affair.
Creep you are like a black cat sneakin’ up on the other creeps, ready to shoot you full of .38s
Better or worse for knowing me has little to do with a Fate, it’s a karma payback on the pace
Purple passion returns to the reddish blue and rips it apart just like all black cats, feline fate
A bit of the bite is more than even you can chew, it’s a predetermined original sin first date.
There’ll be no clown honeymoon, wake or burial at sea, dust off the skull & crossbones’ pie
Don’t misjudge my personal repertoire because you think I’m so pretty, we’re all gonna die
Any time in any space, on a trajectory to log in your presence for the historical recent Past
All of the above, a multiple choice when all answers are correct, you’re the One, the Last.
Paper slices of recycled trees that grew out of the star dirt, in perpetuity’s perpetual motion
Nobody is a conglomerate here and now, everybody, everything’s all in the End Game of fish
At sea, no daughters that I know of so if you ever any to descend from this super elder one
Then divulge the whole Truth & Nothing but the Truth, amalgamation of helping me be God.
Peace kills the battles of the slaves under their scarves and headless horsewomen, see my bit
Multiplicity of the catteries from every continent on Earth, await the humanity extinction skit
Play B-games with rules & irregular order, created to be broken repaired for the hell downfall
No friendly relatives can assist in absorbing the plethora, fear is dead & all gone, I’m the ball.
Hills the name of the irregular plains ahead up to the cliffs and tops of all mountain’s blown
Annihilated into smithereens like you’ve never seen, only imagined as above, so below alone
One has no other meaning than solitary identification with all there is, beyond good & evil
Source of your angst and loathing for a succulent meal between snacks of flesh & pickle dill.
Without a shooting the messenger, choose to pick none out of a million, take a stab at it too
No luck of the draw, will to the power to create something out of Nothing isn’t the sky blue?
What it is when it’s the bull scat that you do every day of your adult life, still a kid inside of it
Your mama and papa took all of your toys away from you, now you’re woke in an orphanage.
Of who you are besides the bones and blood, animated bones toe to skull, a mysterious Kid
Down or up yours with the system, as it is, what it is, nobody knows, nobody lays it all down
Funk I got down, a rhythm comin’ from pounding rocks on stoned games’ foreskins, no Druid
Star stuff’s what I made? It will always be, Earth’s twirling, it’s Wind, hot Fire, the fuck I did!
Shine in pitch black darkness where eyes don’t work at all, can’t see anything, Nothing at all
Judgement calls one by one, two by two, right or wrong, premises deducing Earth’s a low ball
In the middle of nowhere close to nothing, default brings the retooling of the whole GD scree
Saying what it is until you get the right answer, degree is higher above the doctors of the PhD.
Pound cake in a cup, that’s how it all started, cappuccino to wash it all down the holy hatch
Way back to the first two or more species which were present at Earth’s conception big bang
Form of sibling effulgence, all blown star stuff radiating atomic wave particles of Time’s watch
Unseen, spent phuq wad baked into a red velvet cake & I ate it too, “I’m the mama,” she sang.
I’ve been eating the fruits & nuts from Eden’s Garden, exit 142 off of the interstate freeway
What I know is that you don’t know like I know what That Woman has done to me, you see
In the morning she’s my cappuccino and in the evening she’s my smoke in the plethora hay
Up in the hayloft of a dark barn, that’s where she & I conceived the future’s ancient history.
It’s about the fire and ice, Earth’s wobble & roll around the dark star that is still God-lit
Nothing at all to see when there’s no light, eyes don’t evolve in the darkness, scat’s chit
Used to open the final bet, call & raise to be all-in, win or lose, it’s game over just in case
My head was full of power and of my heartbeat, there was no sign or a rigor mortis face.
Mouth agape, tongue relaxed sticking out between denture choppers, The Way is narrow
A path closed while we’re all alive and kicking in the stalls, first chance to look-out below
Between the points, that’s the line, statements of sentimental journeys put on the shelf
Lookin’ for a Love, knowing it’s near or far but close enough to discover I’m all by myself.
There’s nobody around when we die, the ones left behind believe you flew the coup, away
Never to review & revisit the incarnation of souls in deep-code counting crows, end of days
We’ve begun to muster for the original reason for being alive, secretive, incursive alphabet
Key to translation is the opposite of what the message says, dotted line mixing it all, git git.
Hot air and electrifying lightning, putting the thunder to the test, first of all, check this out
Different folks like different strokes and sometimes there’s a coincidence of intent, Timing
All you need is get to the right place at the right time, only then you’ll become at One too
As above, so below, it’s always been this way, a lock on the door, gotta be that way, blue!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday 6-18-2025 AD @ 333 PMPST
{ Matriculated while jammin’ to @FrankSinatra #IGotPlentyOfNothin’ on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Gj95CIJBJFE?si=x6LeRYTxvuZHYjW3&t=1 }
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