Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Hitchhike to Breakdown Street

Shalom ya'll!
Ya ready to actually really watch Rome fall?
We'll funk the neuronic system
Since sister Sara Tonin always does listen,
So long as all of the ears are
Open to hear. . .
(Please, without fear).

Never has to hurt
When ya fall in the dirt,
So never say never - 
Never drop the ball.
That Johnson was magic, 
Third parties know how to party, ya'll.
(Just ask, you know, give T.R. a call).
A gubernator does exist that 
Climbs Mount Everest, 
Grows ganja, 
And runs far along.
Now we gotta teach Donald's Trumpets
To burn the dead presidents. . .
Don't give 'em one reason to stay here,
For we'll turn the frowns upside-down:
With a compass of compassion & 
A cackle at The Crown.
2-3-74: P.K.D. could see the veil dissolved -
Denari in charge,
A sick delusion we'll solve 
From a Source that knew along:

Did you invent the wheel?
The Fire, did you steal?
Who can bake up Pi?
Who taught you to feel?
No pain no gain -
Even when you go insane. . . 
We gotta build you up 
Enough - just so we can raze 
The Zone:
Your so-called comfort-place.
The stylus needs a hard-edge
& the heart must ever break.

Goes by the name of 5-H.T.Pete,
Comes among us to get his panic beat.
Could run 100 miles for each beautiful basswhore - 
Go 100 more,
Give her the encore. . . 
You do want more?
Cuttin' up all the rugs on this glitched-out floor:
100 more & she'll let you through all 7 doors.
100 plus 'cuz you know she knows how to score. . . 
Whatchu standing there for?
Lost in a ketogenic hole,
See if a lil' sweet potato can't help you
Now to grow,
Since it is what it is 
& I Yam What I Yam.

My ambassador is Polish
'Cuz this mammal is ample.
The Lights get so damn pretty
When we color-them-rad
In these cowboy cities.
The mile-high meltdown
Bangs bigger than
Thor & the triggers of war.
Just a Kosmic egg hatching 
Kinesthetic in every possible direction,
With whispers of ecstasy:

"Hello you,
Greetings me,
Let's let Be."