Stop trippin', I Am what I Am but
am not your man:
I am not even a human being and
if you know you don't Gnow then
you're beginning to understand.
Quit drippin' when
you're seeing what I'm becoming -
you're not what you think but
I Am that I Am:
The Almighty Coyote, on
the run from Yosemite Sham.
In my illusional time & bottomless space
we worship Yellowstoned koans:
Juxtapositioning a paradox -
until down looks up to you and your phones.
Me llamo Paradox Pete,
Colored-Red-Ohhh from
S Mountain to extra Longs Peak.
Unless you're my kinda freak gal.
Infinite Phunky Phriday approaches -
Decked out in Indigo's dawning feat.
The insincere are crucified -
they just never accepted to jive to The Sacred Beat.
It takes Indigo to stomp out
The Dominator Windigo so...
It's all gonna be alright -
In Infinite Phunky Phriday tonight,
But my girl (my girl) where did we sleep last night?
Slept in the Temple of Eternal Light,
where's there's no lead poisoning, no plague -
no need for fright.
Go fly a keyed-up kite.
We Electric Eccentrics:
Keep the Eternal Rave
going for all of Ecstatic Eternity's ever-light night.
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