Is Love
just another
four letter word
given a death sentence?
Is the weight of Hate
greater than a feather?
With Anubis guarding
a mythical entrance
to a heavenly existence?
You’ll need to travel light
if you wish to transcend
beyond the broken ground
of this forsaken Placebo Town
With loud voices
taking away choices
Sometimes too little?
Sometimes too much?
Such is life
in this world of strife
Where they’ll turn
your smile
into a frown
by hanging you
upside down
from the whipping post
known as Placebo Town
“They” . . . being
the men from Area Grey
who program you to say
“Get well soon 😷”
to all the sleepers
wearing fluffy slippers
encased in death’s cocoon
“Lovely to meet you!
… And have a nice day.”
And “You” …
is who?
As your future
is bought and sold
at the market of insecurities
With the master’s apprentice
holding the lever
Your least debt
feeding the much richer
Awake!
For heaven’s sake
there ain’t no winning
this Monopoly game
The Big Shake Down
is played for keeps
in Placebo Town
As for “Me” . . .
me in the East
under that age old yoke
of some new priest
spreading the sacrament
of a religious virus
By force feeding me
his tainted yeast
Yet my stomach is empty
as my skin is brown
But “You” …
you in the West
who in privileged power
play around
with the lives of us
who are gagged and bound
But keep taking it easy
Have a nice rest
For surely Armageddon
is soon a-comin’
to Placebo Town
Is this existence
a swirling vortex
of which I must make sense?
Am I
You
We
all living a pretence
at truth’s expense?
Living and dying just inches
from a sure gate in the fence?
Are we colour
living in contrast?
Or black and white
out of focus?
Just a biological blast
projected onto
some future past?
Am I
Me
True Blue?
Am I to be
well and truly set free
to live in the presence?
Dwelling forever within
the heart and soul
of holy mindfulness?
Providence with a love purpose?
I’m on a divine promise
The Word given
In name
in deed
and in person
The one who
inspires my pen
Who is faithful and true
Honestly… apparently
a loving spoonful of truth
is the right recipe
With integrity
like a hot shot
of espresso coffee
Am I just decaf?
A cold cup of chai latte?
Having been plucked
roasted and ground down
in that infernal place
called Placebo Town
The Lover of beauty
seeking perfection
Finding mercy
in the all knowing
Master Craftsman of Creation
Requiring the giving
and the taking
of an occasional selfie
at the Right & Royal
Navel Gazing Academy
The path of virtuosity
an unexpected journey
The righteous answer
always searching
the altitude of gracious latitude
as all hell
with brakes broken
and the heavens descending
Finding a true friend
Even better
the Salvage Master
A brother with a spare dime
at the Laundromat
of Space and Time
As the Good Samaritan
crosses all tribal lines
Through the headwinds
at the crossroads
the sign of a wonder
From the one
who shadows over
a multitude of crime
Not the rumour of a gossip
from the marketplace
Not a trace!
Not the whisper of a sound
heard through the din
of Placebo Town
The Taker
An alpha predator
climbing from the crater
of wordly power
Just another scavenger
with his pants on fire
is the master’s apprentice
from the golden tower
A silver tongue preaching
to the “Rat Race Choir”
as the All Star Evangelical
guns for hire
strut the catwalk
of a Dog Eat Dog Empire
Where the trained to heel
practised in the art
of the crooked deal
are “Keepin’ it real!”
The cold and the hard
with a frozen smile
given an inch
will take a mile
It’s always peak hour
on the dirty boulevard
of Placebo Town
The Faithkeeper
keeping faith with
the one and only Great Spirit
And with just
an ethereal mantle for cover
upon a wing and a prayer
is prepared
for an evil visitation
A celestial battle
with a skyclad Wayshower
of borrowed power
and under the spell of delusion
Channeling nothing more
than the deepest regret
The mere glimmer
of a haunted shiver
Paper lanterns are being lit
against a twister
deep in the nocturnal hour
Those seekers
upon paths that glitter
in the darkness of night
yet skulk under cover
and flee from the light
bring only the litter
from a spiritual gutter
A subterranean burial mound
There can only ever be
one true path
for the heavenly winner
nirvana bound
in this the final round
As lines of division
are being drawn
on barren ground
with the charred bones
exhumed from the tombs
of Placebo Town
Where might makes right
as the neighbourhood bully
has his very own police force
and military
Where there’s a scarcity
of veracity
Where mercy has gone missing
Yet grace freely taken
but seldom given
by the heirs and graces
of the unforgiving
with their minions of corruption
and industrialised destruction
Where truer words
never are spoken
Where oppression is the weapon
Where loving kindness
is a weakness
Where deception is the poison
malicious and religious
Both domestic and foreign
Where souls are downtrodden
bartered and broken
by the vicious victorious
Yet the stone free
of fomo faux rebellion
running hungry
like angry young Warhols
are couch surfing
with Lady Liberty
in the confusion
of a hollow delusion
called Democracy
Where mystery
is the secret
that mysteriously
keeps raking in money
Like celebrities lecturing
the political correction
Or else overdosing
on the armchair of moralists
ceaselessly trolling
Geriatric politicians
are cashing in
whilst sniffing back a tear
smelling the fear
of a millennial generation
lost in the maze
of online
brand name advertising
Tuning in to the diatribes
of broken pride
from a fallen tribe
taking bids on the side
for the body and soul
of the eternal child bride
In a graveyard breeze
the questions left hanging
As the blind will guide
the gullible to a spirit feasting
Where keyboard warriors
are desperately seeking
the cyber crown
of a fabled kingdom
never to be found
Along with the unctuous
and the funktious
all dwelling
in the cellar
of Placebo Town
The Seafarer
seeking truth
Does all plain sailing
make you a plain sailor?
“A sea journey …
to the heart of darkness!
What could be better?”
Best be prepared
to be boarded and searched
by Captain Alpha Omega
the interstellar traveller
from escalator
to service elevator
on a mission … with permission
my soul to retrieve
Lost in the weave
of a wicked web
A weave so tight
you’d forget how to breathe
One stich at a time
crossing a finite line
As virtue retreats
in the land of giant deceits
going down without a sound
that fashionable plug hole
known as Placebo Town
So down and laid low
past tired and sore
like a piece of junk mail
shoved under death’s door
I felt the flow
of water living
A celestial upwelling
The Spirit uplifting
Heard the whisper
on the wind
like a mighty roar
“Ten Four!”
from above and beyond
and even more
Angels from every angle
in awe and keeping score
The Living God commands
just as death so demands
honesty in absolute totality!
How can any man
born of a woman stand?
Before the shadow surrounds you
with a fear you just can’t see through
look to the Son
… in person
with a clear view
To the One who
is faithful and true
His Kingdom will Come!
The Dinki Di
bursting out from behind
the shadow in your eye
As dark energy
switches back on the lights
from way on high
and dark matter
with glory … reignites
The concealed revealed
Amazing is the grace
as the curtain comes down
on a cold dark place
called Placebo Town
The Pusher
pushing for proof
Is Life a one shot
self inflicted wound
eternity bound
down the barrel of a gun?
In a land of bumper sticker opinions
it seems everybody’s got one
No truth to be found
in Placebo Town
The User
chasing a desperate treasure
beyond hunger’s full measure
Over black seas
under red skies
past the last post
to the hitching rail
Covered in the dust
of a crooked trail
With a past
you just can’t disguise
in word or deed
In need of that
wonder working teflon
There is a strong tower
in the distance
deep within your conscience
longing to give you shelter
With a door
that’s ever open
for the truly fair dinkum
Before you’ve shot
that final viral load
check out the road less taken
out from a petri dish of desolation
When all said and done
look to the Son
Ashes to diamond
His Kingdom Come!
The Believer true
with integrity
you just can’t drill through
The criminal environmental
upon a supernatural mind renewal
Debris free
and out from the putrid puddle
of a mystical puzzle
Now recycling
every blessed molecule
that’s been Injected
moulded and thrown
into that landfill
known as Placebo Town
Life …
for a time
a privilege divine
Recreation
Revelation
A true revolution
Sensual and blissful
the intimate sensation
of celestial happiness
Just beginning
Endless loving the promise
All over flowing
from a wellspring within
Morning sunshine
The infinite sublime
Rivers and streams to cross
from valleys deep
The mountains to climb
in the shadow of your wing
Unity in purpose
A battle yet to win
Motivation service
to the Lord of all Creation
As the bell of truth rings
I’ve still a way to go
till I get to the sea
through all the to and fro
May the road rise
and the waters flow
Hope * Faith * Love
In appreciation of what
an unexpected tomorrow may bring
from the heavens on down
As the crow flies
and the angels sing
severing the last
remaining string
Healing the sting
of that zero ground
called Placebo Town
~ by David B. Redpath © 2018-2020
Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2018-2020
David Redpath 
Placebo Town
Edgar Allan Poe arrived in November
they placed black tapestries
around his house
no refrigerator
it was difficult
to keep the smell down
artificial time across town
a hour ahead, a hour behind
landscape pushed between man and God
a short stay in Eden like a big hairy bee
ethereal music to noise
perfumed flowers to dung
the trail arrows point wrong
Edgar Allan Poe dressed as a tourist
marched through town
and asked to give a speech
he straddled the line
between pure intellect
and animal intuition
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The primal cunning
of a reptilian brain reaction
The need to seed
the human devolution
A downhill slide
since the big Garden Eviction
Refugees fleeing extinction
to the all encompassing
Collective of Mass Excretion
Tribal tapestries
now litter the ground
Worker bees buzzing
placing their eggs
into refrigeration fear
of a clock ticking
A most sinister sound
emenating from
the Golden Tower
of Placebo Town
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Placebo Town
they say the town has the world’s largest Costco
that you can rent a room and never leave
my uncle was a hotdog manager
his children saw him twice
the day he betrayed their mother
the day he was betrayed by death
people find recreation in memories
and frustrations in desires
our emblems fill the cemetery
our moral emblems the landfill
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Costco shot JFK … after finding
another delivery boy who didn’t
sleep around with the customers.
That sort of thing is frowned upon
by hotdog vendors and specimen
collectors at Head Office.
Conveniently located in beautiful
down town Placebo Town.
If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow,
by all means, fornicate with the
living dead, if you really have to.
The Piper will patiently wait till
you’re through. But do not pay the
Piper. An invoice will be forwarded
to you. It’s a good job you’re with
the All Seeing Bank of Placebo.
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Wow. How can somebody write so well?! Such an amazing piece of work! You inspire me to write better!
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Thank you extremely, Aishwarya 🙏
I must confess, in the past I lived
an extreme life. So now it seems,
those fermented fleeting dreams,
occasionally, just pour out of me.
I guess it best not to run on empty 😎
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Sir Dave
This was gorgeous and profound in epic proportions
I have missed you so.
This part struck a chord:
“You’ll need to travel light
if you wish to transcend
beyond the broken ground
of this forsaken Placebo Town”
amazing and so truthy!
💋💋💋💋💋
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My Fair Lady of the Flame ♥️🔥
it is ever a privilege to be of service.
Yes, it is wise to minimalise,
and perhaps even downsize 🤔
if you wish to reach the stars ✨🌟
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I heartily concur
💋💖💋💖💋💖💋💋💖
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a word of advice:
think twice before you use the restroom
in the All Seeing Bank of Placebo
Placebo Town
not only did Costco kill JFK
it killed their family dermatologist
a little known fact
the #1 question in Placebo:
why did Ms. Kennedy marry that Greek chap ?
everyone had read the rumors
that he was a sodomite
very fond of that opera star
comedians often joked
that she rode a bicycle
with a special seat
I’m just saying,
“Ms. Kennedy didn’t need the money”
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Yes . . . Jackie O, with that demure
smile and regal grace, had the face
to lauch a thousand intercontinental
Cuban cold war missiles.
Onassis, being old and incontinent,
could only lauch a thousand ships.
It is a total mystery
to a free-range anthropologist
such as me❓ But then,
money is attracted to money 💵
In old Placebo Town
it’s called the Digging for Gold
Dominatrix Effect.
Like when Jackie spanks Onassis
on the arse, and tells him sternly
that he’s been very naughty 🙈
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Placebo Town
everything the recently deceased regrets
the sum total of everything left behind
the eyes sewn shut in death
JFK and Ms. Kennedy
walk around with a probing stick
and ride the celebrity bus
JFK famous for fingering Marilyn Monroe
Ms. Kennedy for her back door antics
her fascination with deviant behavior
her infamous slow leak of Greek seed
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Jackie put the O into Onassis
when he gave her his ring 💍
They had a prenuptial agreement
that olive oil is to be applied
prior to a Last Tango in Paris
re-enactment. Ever since
Marlon Brando fled the scene
with Marilyn Monroe
there is no butter to be found
in the dairy section 🐄
of Placebo Shopping Town.
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how much would it cost
to have someone inflate the O in Onassis ?
perhaps he inserted his nose prior to the act
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Jackie? … A dead President’s ransom.
The O in Onassis? … Priceless!
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Mr Redpath, I honestly miss ya whenever I don´t talk to you for a while.
I always feels quite reverent towards your art, and feel it deserves special care and
attention… you are a wonderful poet and muse, not just for Michael hehe.
Thanks for that!! Abrazotes desde el Sur xox
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A hug from the heart of the Gypsy
gives me the sweet celestial energy
to post another day 🌷❤️ 🙏
And, there’s someting Bob would
like to say;
Well the pressure’s down,
the boss ain’t here
He’s gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By the way, that’s a cute hat
And that smile’s so hard to resist
But what’s a sweetheart like you
doing in a dump like this?
You know, I once knew a woman
who looked like you
She wanted a whole man,
not just a half
She used to call me sweet daddy
when I was only a child
You kind of remind me of her
when you laugh
In order to deal in this game,
got to make the queen disappear
It’s done with a flick of the wrist
What’s a sweetheart like you
doing in a dump like this?
You know you can make
a name for yourself
You can hear them tires squeal
You could be known as the most
beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass
to make a deal.
You know,
news of you has come down the line
Even before ya came in the door
They say in your father’s house,
there’s many a mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor
Snap out of it baby,
people are jealous of you
They smile to your face,
but behind your back they hiss
What’s a sweetheart like
you doing in a dump like this?
Got to be an important person
to be in here, honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harem
when you come in the door
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed.
They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There’s only one step down from here, baby
It’s called the land of permanent bliss
What’s a sweetheart like you
doing in a dump like this?
~ Bob Dylan
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Ohhh Mr. Redpath, I absolutely love this!!! Thank you so much for sharing those absolutely gorgeous Bob Dylan lines with me, I love them!!! I am in stormy love-waters at the moment, and this REALLY cheered me up big time! Lots of abrazotes to my gorgeous Aussie mate, YOU 🙂 💖🙏 Besos xoxo
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Máxima abrazotes from the land
down under 👥💛 😎
My No. 2 son fled China, just prior,
and has found sanctuary in Malaysia.
The place is now tourist free, the
accommodation cheap, and the
swimming pool is empty 🐟 🐠 🐬
Malacca thereabouts, specifically.
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Ohh mil gracias my mate! Warmly received 🙂 💛 😎 How many sons do you have, if you have to number them like that? 😛 Sounds like you have a whole Redpath-football team mate 😎 The Redpath-show must go ooooonnnn🎶🎶🎶 (Sounds thundering down from the heavens, rebellious looking angels joining in and rocking out like there´s no tomorrow) Back to business: Malacca is very cool! I visited there in 2010 and rode a techno-resounding Riksha. And THAT food! Great place. Cool silver lining to the Corona-mind-virus for your No2, if you ask lil old me. Besos besos!!!💖💖
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Placebo Town
poets mired in the collection of letters that mean nothing
the dictionary listens to the sounds expressed
but fails to offer a definition
abstract notions in cut-up
where fire produces no light
a lifetime of articulated incoherence
emasculating kicks in the groin
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The impact
of the Corona Penis
is widely misunderstood
and cannot be measured
Definitions drown
in fluid compression
The power of expression
held in suspension
by the King of Prohibition
Ruling and reigning
in Placebo Town
Where the corpses
of the poets unheard
and the artists unseen
are interred
in unconsecrated ground
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Seems like you were in Derry?
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Very!
I had a good look
for London 👀
but I couldn’t find it
anywhere!?
I even hung out
at Butcher’s Gate
but it just wasn’t there!
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Placebo Town
a lot more than the brown on an Onassis nose
endless wealth tied up into a crowned knot of fire
the sky filled with the fingers of flame
religious people huffing a prayer
————-religious people
like the stinging nettle
that flourishes in the hedgerow
children cry and run away
elders quiet-voiced
fade and vanish
A. Onassis with his coal miner’s lamp
Jackie with her fancy underpants
made of cotton grown in outer space
what a nut to crack
did it take all night
or was it just a quick jab ?
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Helen of Troy
that gilded arm candy
married old Zorba the Randy
He was no Grecian toy boy
A quick comparison
to a dead Kennedy
resulted in a great fall
All the shipping magnate’s minions
from his Aegean golf courses
and all his seasick seamen
couldn’t put Onassis back together
… again
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Placebo Town
one arrives at their Day of Reckoning
having lived a decent life
except for one thing
Onassis sodomy
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Jackie and I missed that one 🤔
Was it on the big commandment list?
Placebo Town’s pharisees and scribes
are usually most meticulous!
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Placebo Town
outside the theater
where the audience lives
praised for virtues of quite a different kind
as the camera moved closer
Onassis would proceed
where no viewer
dare follow
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One of these days
and it won’t be long
Going down in the valley
and sing my song
I will sing it loud
and sing it strong
Let the echo decide
if I was right or wrong
Silvio
Silver and gold
Won’t buy back the beat
of a heart grown cold
Silvio
I gotta go
Find out something
only dead men know
~ Bob Dylan
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Placebo Town
at the Day of Reckoning
will they bring out the Most Holy Nose ?
give God a chance to sniff the sins of Onassis
at what age did it start ?
volumes of dates and times
enough faces to fill the sky
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The Pontiff
had a sniff
and he liked it
It wasn’t exactly orthodox
but it had that aroma
of aniseed and absinthe
that clergy like so much
The scent from Helen of Troy
and her Irish Alter Boy
after dancing in the park
You can often find it
wafting about the monastery
right next to Itchycoo Park
Where The Small Faces
left little traces
filtering through the dark
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Placebo Town
James Brown and Bobby Byrd recorded SEX MACHINE
“stay on the scene like a loving machine”
in 1971 at the high school auditorium
outside Placebo Town
I tried to count the ghosts
I tried to count the ghosts
I tried to count the ghosts in the video
I saw myself and I was looking good
lovers young and old, big and small
that crazy chick dancing in the background
I had them all—some without a face or a name
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Buddy Holly raved on
about the reelin’ and rockin’
after stealin’ that feelin’
from Johnny B. Goode
The Jukebox screamed
Teen Sex
as Elvis swivelled his pelvis
to a generation lost in space
James Brown felt good
to all the rebels without a cause
from the white neighbourhood
fleeing Placebo Town
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Placebo Town
what if Charlie Zero
could swivel his pelvis
like Elvis ?
would he have to keep his prose under lock and key ?
what if Charlie Zero bought a car
that would go 150mph
and he suddenly loved
having a “lead foot” ?
would the other foot shrink ?
perhaps the odd letters in his words
reflect the characters in his daily life
perhaps the odd thoughts in his head
are misspelled devils trying to escape
Charlie never dreams
of climbing trees
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Placebo Town
gents with torpedo tubes line the front row
smaller weapons in the back
bulbous cucumbers
white buttons
the yearly fireman calendar
a dissociation of sensibility
librarians pulling out their hair
where was Placebo Town headed ?
naked firemen
verbal equivalents
for emotions
“Good Lord, get a grip on yourself”
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Katycats have taken a grip
on your collective behalf
Katy Perry will be played
at all Placebo Town functions
at the raising of the Placebo flag
and the going down of the Sun
Basket weavers
playing with tourist devices
in a dark fomo trance
outside the corner store
piss their pants
and stand to attention
at the very mention
of that Katy Perry roar
tremble and fear
the dark flesh virus
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Placebo Town
you are invited to a “piss your pants” party
scary good ? scary bad ?
the most fun you’ve had as an adult
you mingled with fascinating people
attractive men and women
took turns massaging you
some removed their tops
and rubbed their nipples
as they tongued your ears
it was like a wild meth night
at a strip club
except everyone was healthy
wealthy and fair of face
no disease or need of cash
you are invited to a “piss your pants” party
you don’t want to go
your roommate is having it at the house
if only the lock on your bedroom worked
you could have skipped the whole thing
your new shoes gave you a migraine
which complicated everything at work
upon arriving home you removed them
only to step into something wet
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Everything’s better when wet
… Didn’t Plato say that?
Or was it Aristotle Onassis?
Swimming with Helen of Troy
in the bottom of an Ouzo bottle
At that big fat greek wedding
called the fortunate life
the cake got left out in the rain
somewhere in the jungles
of Vietnam
Jackie O. went totally insane
JFK Junior
went down with his plane
and I discovered
hiding in the kitchen cupboard
the meaning of strife
As I always hang out
in the kitchen at parties
Where things are cooking
and boiling
Where the guests tend
to leave their clothes on
And where they keep
the big knife
called Sharp Oblivion
If there’s a wet patch in your hedgerow
don’t be alarmed now
It’s just a wet dream for the May queen
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Jackie O. was contemplating what would really flip her wig
that which would give meaning to her existence
would most likely destroy her
lessons from adolescence
where it was impossible
to hide anything
to move on
to let go
—————-Jackie O.
her first taste
and the Fall
of John
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Jackie O.———————Yoko O.
her first taste—————–her first taste
and the Fall——————and the Fall
of John———————of John
imaginary substitutions
Adam with his primary function
eliminate the original failure
the serpent said,
“Adam, your primary function is to give birth to Eve”
Sunday School: “give birth to the mother of your children”
the mental health people went out
and purchased expensive homes and cars
their future was paved with gold
(+) kill father
(+) mate with mother
WHAT COULD GO WRONG ?
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In the middle of a dream
In the middle of a dream
I call your name
Oh Yoko
Oh Yoko
My love will turn you on
~ John Lennon
Sigmund Freud told Adam
to grow a spine
after losing a spare rib
to the #Me Too movement
King Oedipus the Complex
being psychosexual as anything
asked Carl Jung what’s next?
Carl just scratched his chin
saying that perhaps
for all his crime
since the beginning of time
Adam now deserves to be
well and truly
pussy whipped
Harvey Weinstein hid in the corner
crying for his mother
and King Oedipus
pissed his spandex pants
as Katy Perry started to roar
With Yoko Ono singing along
A banshee war song gone wrong
Lightening flashed
The rain began to pour
Four Horsemen were approaching
But John Lennon had long gone
Setting sail for a distant shore
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Profound!❤️💕❤️👍👍
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Thanks for taking the Espresso Tour🙏
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It was an impressive journey!💕☕️☕️
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in general
tension at the piss party
increased throughout the evening
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott flashed a gun
Bob said, “I gotta go” and he went
a restless ebb and flow
mannish men and women
pipe-smoking in the kitchen
conversations about what
was carved on the
Tree of Life
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Ramblin’ Jack
singing the blues
Crying and trying
to get his baby back
But she’s gone to San Francisco
to wear a flower in her hair
It was Bob
the eternal hobo
who took her there
The Walrus
had promised her
a trip beyond compare
But the Tree of Knowledge
had been poisoned
and all it’s branches were bare
Agent Orange had been seen
skulking in the kitchen
drinking margaritas 🍹
with Henry Kissinger 💋
and Richard Nixon ☠️
A label on the bottle saying
HANDLE WITH CARE ☣️
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EUNUCHS AHEAD—HANDLE WITH CARE
teachable animals
going to Bipolar Eden
to some just a mouthful of words
to others a dirty smudge where life began
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standing around the grave of Edgar Allan Poe
everyone trying to recall a memory forgotten
a germ of nature in man
a violent germ
flesh eaten
on the
bone
he who shapes clouds
he who brought forth the Beatles
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John Lennon
left his guitar
back in the USSR
But Ronald Reagan
took it away
and gave it to Nancy
Imagine
And she doesn’t even
like poetry
Star charts and horoscopes
are her thing
Donald Trump
often gives her ring
to ask if it’s raining
Edgar Allan Poe
just sits at the end of the line
laughing
As the raven
on his shoulder
sings Yellow Submarine
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burned with flames unknown
transparent poets
that silly attachment to betrayal
adults jumping rope
repetition-compulsion
the three scary words
“NO LONGER SUCH”
man or beast both
those serious religious feelings
(+) nervous excitement
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Man! I often wonder what your writing process is like. How do you manage to allude to so many things and yet maintain Ginsberg’s rhythm when you write? Does everything flow from a wellspring of emotion? Do you painstakingly sit and plot and feel cold placebo town (figuratively speaking)? Or is it a spark of unnatural but wonderful inspiration that possesses you and makes you write? Well, regardless of the answer, I’m in awe David. I might not agree with some of your views, but you never fail to inspire me.
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Thanks immensely for the
encouraging feedback, Nitin.
Greatly appreciated 🙏
I actual don’t give much thought
to the actual process of writing.
I just wait till the bottle is full,
and let it spill. I do admire your
prolific, as well as creative, output.
When I’ve got nothing on the boil,
I’ll just do some graphic stuff, and
wait for the inspiration to start
bubbling.
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a cheap organ crescendo
signaled the return of the poet
often
confined to topless bars
where the girls were drawn out
vowels and consonants
silver and gold
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The Organ Grinder
always returns
to the scene of the crime
A naughty monkey to spank
at a Rolling Stones concert
His sticky fingers
all covered in Rock ‘n’ Roll grime
Keith Richards was to blame
That no good pirate
of the Caribbean
Mick Jagger
had nothing to do with it
Nor did his chauffeur
He wasn’t even there at the time
Keith’s fingerprint’s
were on all over
a spent bullet
Animal welfare
and Miami Vice
are looking into it
But the band’s roadies
and assorted groupies
are refusing to give evidence
As powder burns
and dead primates
are the price of doing business
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dead primates
the price of doing business
cracked their little skulls with a hammer
just to see what was inside
a rule of doing business:
retain the attitude
discard the object of that attitude
motorcycle thugs used the bones for jewelry
dark references to Keith Richards
three burials and he is still standing
large errors and a small guitar
three fingers don’t work
“Go Keith, Go…”
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at 3am someone knocked on the door
wanting directions to Placebo Town
little did they know that they were in Placebo Town
I talked them into purchasing a copy of poems
—–STEREOTYPED EXPRESSIONS——–
personal perceptions of an old man
a 10 cent monkey living in a vacuum
untrained but not insensitive
for less than a cup of Starbuck coffee
I helped feed a child in South America
helped rescue abused cats and dogs
and add a new wing to a hospital for children
top secret: I own a Stradivarius violin
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I thought I heard
Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons
flowing through the kitchen
The truck drivers
were all busy complaining
I told them Sherlock Holmes
was on the case
and that I was Doctor Watson
I think they believed me
as they kept asking
for amphetamines on prescription
Marcel the barista from Barcelona
wasn’t the only customer
hanging out
for some white line fever
at that pit stop dinner
A monkey
and his organ grinder
sitting in the corner
collecting donations
for the drug war orphans
of Columbia
(I had already given at the office)
began playing White Wedding
In walked Jackie O.
in her wedding gown
She was off to marry Onassis
at a private function
in the City Mausoleum
of Placebo Town
Nearby
a viral weapon
was being tested
underground
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everyone gets nervous
when you enter the City Mausoleum
with an industrial wet/dry vacuum
Placebo Town or not
every dead body has something to hide
the staying power of sin
my curiosity:
one that would delight
a pre-adolescent mentality
puberty is much too late
puberty is driving 100mph
the wrong direction
on the turnpike
with no headlights
late at night
( heavy fog optional )
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when one arrives at Placebo Town
avoid the Museum of the Final Breath
and go immediately to the City Mausoleum
order a large cup of tea made with cemetery water
check out the local Hot Sheet
to see where Mick and the Boys are playing
try to get up close
so you can see
the fibers in
Mick’s socks
watch his crotch change size
yes, it seems to have a mind of its own
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Dimentia and old age
tends to shrink the dimension
and quell the rage
Rock ‘n’ Roll is the first resort
of the rebellious
and young at heart
It’s no retirement sport
Poor old Mick’s heart valve
blew a short
Keith ran out of things to snort
Brian
forever floating
face down
in the Aquatic Centre
of Placebo Town
is forever
just a shot away
As Jim Morrison
reciting a graveyard poem
knelt to pray ..
“Come on baby, light my fire!”
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you inhaled the names
Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson
but a thousand people have smoked them before
possibly a million have ignited their famous heads
me, I like that Apollo moon dust
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I saw Jim Morrison at the City Mausoleum
he was carrying his kidneys in his hands
when he squeezed them
he pissed his pants
I thought of you
“Piss Pants Party”
a bootleg album
by Zappa and the Mothers
Frank was fascinated with Mick’s socks
a rich tapestry made of outer space grown threads
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There’s a killer on the road
He’s following that growling sound
that leads to a trailer park
on the wrongs side of the tracks
just south of Placebo Town
Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison
Amy Winehouse and Jimi Hendrix
they’re all there
with Brian Jones and Kurt Cobain
drinking that Corona beer
(the ungrateful dead know no fear)
All laughing and trash talking
about a Rock ‘n’ Roll heaven
But they’ve all learnt their lesson
and only drink in moderation
Club 27 is no Piss Pant Party
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poison-bites from dead musicians
uncompromisingly dead
all that money
and no sense
of well-being
just think,
born alive and died unopened
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at the café they whispered
about the sordidness of Janis Joplin
how sex was consumed
like an early afternoon quart
pioneering into the wilderness
of her open legs
famous for having
an extra flap
every moment
her eyes were open
reality was a mass
of disintegrating forces
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March 14, 2020 at 2:20 pm
a moment frozen in time
Sebastian Brant finally made contact
he said that he was troubled with thoughts
that sailors were throwing horses overboard
the beautiful creatures were not ready to give up
you could hear them praying to Jesus and the Saints
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I’m taking that
very same ocean cruise
aboard the ship of fools
Locked in and fully loaded
… bound for Veracruz
The portals have all
been painted black
And there’s a monkey
dressed up in a sailor suit
on the captain’s back
The lookout in the crow’s nest
keeps an eye out for a pirate attack
But it’s those equatorial icebergs
I’m most worried about
This mission to the Caribbean
is a Piss Party about to crack
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a Piss Party about to crack
the constant struggle to achieve
a faint hint of integrity
nested with baby birds
read a booklet on kissing
and failed the test
creatively touching the bud
but it was too much
I knew the signals
it was time to pull the sword
and run her through
pull out the sword
and run her through
any hesitation
and she would switch
the channel
a terrible afternoon
when the channel closes shop
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please file under “Placebo Town”
monkeys in sailor suits are dime a dozen
they wear little jock straps
that quickly go sour
I saw a magazine contest once
in 100 words or more
describe the smell of a jockey strap
worn by a monkey for 2 days
crazy stuff like that ignites Charlie Zero
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I saw Charlie
with a dictionary in his hand
Walking through the streets
of Placebo Town in the rain
He was looking for the place
called Lee Ho Fooks
For to get a big dish of beef chow mien
Ah-whoo
Werewolves of Placebo Town
Ah-whoo
Ah-whoo
Werewolves of Placebo Town
Ah-whoo
If you ever hear him
that flea bitten David a-howlin’
when your laying in your bed
you better not let him in
A sweet little thing
got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of Placebo Town again
Ah-whoo
Werewolves of Placebo Town
Ah-whoo
Ah-whoo
Werewolves of Placebo Town
Ah-whoo
He’s the hairy-handed gent
Who ran amok in Kent
Lately he’s been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him
He’ll rip your lungs out Jim
Huh I’d like to meet his tailor
Ah-whoo
werewolves of Placebo Town
Ah-whoo
Ah-whoo
werewolves of Placebo Town
Ah-whoo
Well I saw Michael
walking with the Queen
Doin’ the werewolves of Placebo Town
I saw Multiple Michael
walking with the Queen
Doin’ the werewolves of Placebo Town
I saw a werewolf drinkin’ a piña colada
at a bar in Miami, Florida,
Doin’ a refurbished Dali
Ah-whoo
Werewolves of Placebo Town
Heh draw blood
Ah-whoo
Werewolves of Placebo Town
~ Warren Zero Zevon
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Fantastic!
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Hartelijk dank, Rabirius 🙏😎
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the trouble of it is
she refused to be the submarine
to be submerged
she would stand on the ledge
with the boys
skipping stones on the surface
of romance
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The Emerged
and the Submerged
The superficial
with a super facial
The skin deep
and the deeply disturbed
All granted a gravitational urge
Reality just on the verge
Heaven and Earth ready to splurge
Survivors spiritual
one and all
of a biological purge
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Placebo Town
resentments grafted from years of schooling
each season there were new ultimatums
honor and obey
by the backdoor
with the muddy shoes
worn on the outside
stabilized but shaky
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School’s out for summer
School’s out forever
School’s been blown to pieces
It’s been hit by a Chinese virus
There’s something wild
walking on the wild side
Craziness is so contagious
Things are getting outrageous
So … let’s misbehave
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Many people tell you
that they’re your friend
You believe them
You need them
For what’s round the river bend
Make sure that you’re receiving
the signals they send
‘Cause brother, you’ve only got
two hands to lend
Maybe there’s someone
who makes you weep
And some nights loom up ahead
When you’re asleep
Some days there’s things
on your mind you should keep
Sometimes, it’s tougher to look
than to leap
better watch out for the skin deep
~ The Stranglers
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outside the city limits of Placebo Town
the day started out:
altercations galore
amateurs fancy themselves professionals
failed musicians minus fingers and notes
wrapping themselves in tin foil and talking outer space
everything has a crux—–Eugene with his axe
simple poverty playing to win
poor health has the upper hand
evocative language
to honor and obey
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Eugene’s guitar
has become
comfortably numb
and in the pink
with Floyd at the asylum
Careful with that eugenic axe
Marilyn Manson
Something wicked
this way comes
Rank amateurs
moshing in the pit
and alerted spoilers
are cheering it on
No honour to be found
in the primal playground
of Placebo Town
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all those years playing on the playground
never knowing I lived in Placebo Town
aging virgins with yardsticks
lower-class janitors mopping the floors
daydreaming of liquid kisses
daydreaming late at night
trying to write love commitments
on passing clouds
waving at naked people in airplanes
fat genitals stuffed with personality
how do they ever ride a bicycle ?
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just try going through security with fat genitals
one day you would wake up
and start taking pills for anticipation
the doctor called it something else
unthinkable desires
followed with
oversimplified masturbation
stay private—keep clean
(like you could erase it off your face)
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Guilt is the bitch
that gives it away
That nervous twitch
That uncontrollable itch
All signs
Placebo Security
are trained to detect
It all comes to light
in the fight for self respect
to rise above
the biological aspect
Some things
only become right in the light
of a spiritual conquest
Thank Christ
that was all done for us
once and for all
on that Calvary Cross
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Lesbianism in Placebo Town
it took a tow truck
to pull the thorn out
Lesbians around the world
saw the act
as both necessary and good
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“Childhood memories
of Placebo Town
Running around
a world upside down
Older sister
Her hungry friends
libidos aflame
with panties burning
Always happy
to lend a curious hand
Abused or amused?
I’m not complaining
A smile looks like a frown
when you’re all tied up
and bound 🙃 🕶️
in Placebo Town … ”
~ Anonymous Inmate
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poets with narrators
walking around Placebo Town
they are reflective thinkers
commenting on the stroke of the axe
educated boys find it difficult to be organic
they tack on silver and jewels
curious length and power
every tunnel explored
I hear it all the time
hand them a flashlight
“take notes in the dark”
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Excellent poem profound with so many thoughts an DC questions to make one wonder. This perhaps is one of your best. Instant classic Redpath.
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Thank you very much, Drew 🙏
Your feedback appreciated greatly.
For what is this life but an epic quest
for the best, all shrouded in mystery.!
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it was one of those days
I tied the goat to a sign post
and went in to purchase some rolling papers
it is legal to purchase papers
but because there was a law officer
in the store
the clerk was nervous
the policeman picked up on the clerk’s trembling voice
he came up and asked me if that was my goat outside
I said that it was my goat and part of my stage act
he smiled and said, “that’s one hell of a good looking goat”
only in Placebo Town
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No expense spared
when it comes to grease
Heaven help an occupant
of the Placebo habitat
if the wheels that spin
ever cease
No gun slinger with a badge
no gambler on a roll
no politician
with a messiah complex
will ever hold the peace
For the disease of Placebo Town
has been swallowed whole
and is set on slow release
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tourist ambience of Placebo Town
a chorus of frogs happy
a thousand dollar check
memories of Latin class
memories of Greek sailors
sucking chest wounds
how does one forget ?
pornography in the church
sexual self-knowledge
penetrated
strung out on a chord
tossed and turned
go to the library
looking for verbal reminiscence
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Elders of the Horoscope
have abandoned their posts
and taken up flower arranging
The dime-store shamans
are all dressed
in their sunday best
as the anticlimax
rends the sky
and sends Madison Avenue
into convulsions
Chain gang tourists
delivered to the gates
of the Placebo Town Academy
of Self Flagellation
are given the choice
Bliss or the abyss
Staring straight into
the Eye of Oblivion
many still phone a friend
to help make a decision
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if prayers get answered
I WILL SOON JOIN THE RANKS
OF THE ELDERS OF THE HOROSCOPE
I have applied in 12 different languages
one of the missions of the Elders
is to restore Adam to his original
individuality and wholeness
(sounds like something one could
bite off but not swallow)
Adam more beautiful
more complete
everything borrowed
returned
(to Eden one must journey
through a minefield of resentment)
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Eden is well guarded
And beyond mortal reach
But there be a bridge
In the person of Jesus Christ
The second Adam
Who paid the price
And did the time for the crime
Of Adam the first
Being immortal
His sacrifice is once
And eternally final
A body-spirit-soul resurrection
Complete with a love revival
Just for the asking
An endless Universe of Salvation
Going begging
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some people only chew
others swallow
Placebo Town
that’s where the pubic hair begins
primitive love versus artificial love
plumes under the covers
a living doll
complete with false hair
blond plastic cotton candy
dollar store yellow
record yourself saying, “I love you ”
a household of monkeys
elders and young butts
the daily lines drawn
totally realistic
problematic
violence
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mechanical lovemaking
pleasuring someone else
but never yourself
lovers with doll eyes
phantoms in human form
on bended knee
to love and cherish
(seemingly other-worldly genitals)
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most children start with an angelic innocence
but not Michael, Michael of Innuendo
dethroned and murdered a thousand times
missing limbs and tongues and wives
missing gold coins soaked in the brine
of ocean bound relatives
uncut brothers
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in the heart of Placebo Town: BRUTE FORCE
“Mary, we kept our distance from the disease
but the varmint came to us”
chauffeur-driven virus
beware playmates
beware
the people down the street
have painted their faces
their genital rash has exploded
bright red blood with pus
bystanders take note
and venture on
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Ground
Placebo Zero
The Warlocks
are at the gates
selling cosmetics
and surgical masks
The hushed audience
keep their lost distance
A grunge virus performance
on a bus out of San Placebos
Smells like herd spirit
As hippies reminisce
of a previous existence
“Well, the comic book and me,
just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffeur, though,
she was back in bed
On the very next day
with a nose full of pus
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
It’s a one-track town,
just brown and a breeze too
Pack up the meat, sweet,
we’re headin’ out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit
Get the loot, don’t be slow,
we’re gonna catch a trout
Now, pull that drummer
out from behind that bottle
Bring me my pipe,
we’re gonna shake it
Slap that drummer
with a pie that smells
Take me down to California, baby.”
~ Bob Dylan
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it is true
that all school portraits
were airbrushed
students lined up in the gymnasium
a camera man and his wife
stood behind a large camera
stolen from Interpol
the students were asked to smile
but no one did
a smile might have suggested
that they knew something
citizens who think they know nothing
often know a little about a lot
many friends and relatives
have fallen
because of a tiny kernel
of information
flowing robes and turbans in Placebo Town ?
humor can be so cruel
the murky waters of real life
saboteurs come and go
small-caliber pistols
peasant costumes
nitroglycerin
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Keep it down to a whisper 🤫
Or you’ll be kidnapped
and smuggled across the border
Knowing a little is a crime
in Placebo Town
Know too much
and they’ll put you down
Truth is ever a thorny crown
where light
hardly reaches the stony ground
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A LIFE OF WHISPERS
telegraphing romance to the hand
front page tabloid fingers
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Most impressive and motivational poem about placebo.indeed we should try to spread the corona virus.
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CAUCASIAN BANDITS @ PLACEBO TOWN COUNCIL
one thing in life I learned:
when invited to a party
always ask if there
will be females at the party
false accusations are always true
unsubstantiated accusations
fabricated accusations
no need to think twice
falsifiers of the truth
find it easy to be employed
falsifiers of history
they sit up front
genocide
is so much more than murder
religious forgery
has signed your name
if the numbers add up
you are done
sharp tongues
cut the float
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relationships that run parallel to one another
one day you stop using the indoor bathroom
neighbors complain about the smell
you find it easy to smile
must be those raccoons
———————–
——Placebo Town——
———————–
a Picasso canvas goes for $35
rumor has it that others pay much more
the possible spouses—the prohibited spouses
mathematical exactness so say the law
rule bound existence from the grave of promiscuity
who can forget the sound of rotating women ?
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at the truck stop
the sound of men rotating
the true depths of being alive
smooth partings
(before the Fall, Adam had no fur)
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borrowing water from Mister Lincoln
asking for twice boiled
given warm cemetery water
fresh from the sunny side
the smell from those before
a faint hint of military cloth
a beard once soaked in blood
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Placebo Town is full of victim-focused individuals
(why me Lord ?)
an old tea bag in a cup of warm cemetery water
trivia question at the toll booth:
William Tyndale (?)
created a detour
around Latin reading psychopaths
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The Placebo Psychoanalytic Institute
12 openings in housekeeping
must supply their own boots and shovel
defiance of rational authority
at what price ?
chaotic drama characteristic of modern times
drama without hygiene
every spec of shade
hiding a salvation
peddler
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One born every minute
You’ve got to be with it
on top of it
and in it … to win it!
Big Placebo Business
certifies this message
And Jungle Jim approves it
The town denizens
and clowns with opinions
seeking secret mystic vaccines
from authorised state religions
all line up for big hit of it
No cure to be found
in the man made theologies
from the sterilised laboratories
of Placebo Town
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no cure to be found
the children robbed of their platelets
men abandon women
men kill other men
pseudo-liberals
and other peddlers of freedom
treated like houseflies
emotional well-being
does it exist ?
huge genitals tied to chrome bumpers
vehicles driven slowly around town
it must hurt—you know all about road rash
Bob Dylan found it difficult to recover
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I won’t tell anyone
that I paid you $5
to mention Jungle Jim
genuine scientific advances
with the television set
those magic screens
bring such happiness
the upward spiral of life
Tarzan in a loincloth
more real than reality
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Was Tarzan a cheater?
Or was Cheetah a swinger?
I just can’t remember 🤔
Either way, as always,
Sweet Jane gets screwed over
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parents in Placebo Town were warned
about Tarzan and Jungle Jim
GAY MAGNETS
no gay boy could resist them
OMG, Tarzan swing some more
OMG, Jungle Jim, a safari-suit stud
pre-erections galore
males across the USA
kissing the television screen
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But what about Sweet Jane?
Some people
like to go out dancing
And other people,
(like us) they gotta work
And there’s always
some evil mothers
They’ll tell you life is full of dirt.
And the women
never really faint,
And the villans
always blink their eyes.
And the children
are the only ones who blush.
‘Cause life is just to die.
But, anyone who has a heart
Wouldn’t want to turn around
and break it
And anyone
who ever played the part
He wouldn’t want
to turn around and fake it
Sweet Jane
~ Lou Reed
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(perhaps Jane was to tame the beast)
a mother never known
a substitute Eve
Jane
was a sweet girl
I must say that she had a hell of a bush
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for reasons unknown
the musical group, Pink Floyd
is banned on YouTube
in Placebo Town
I watch old live performances on DVDs
so strange to see them standing
with flesh on their bones
life without Pink Floyd music
is more unstable
some say, “less normative”
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Pink Floyd is dying
The corporate virus feeding
The Gravy Train is crashing
We call it
“The Name of the Game”
Take your dark side
over to the wild side
and feed it to the flame
You may never come back
But if you do
Pink Floyd will never
ever sound the same
Normal is just another word
for nothing left to lose
Often used to excuse
the sick and the lame
Getting up
from that bench in the park
is a good start
To ride high
throughout all creation
with a mind that’s sound
yet totally insane
True freedom found
only in one name
Syd Barrett’s loss
Everything to gain
But they never tell you
what lies beyond
all those golden rules
in The Name of the Game
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The Name of the Game
correct America
“KISS” is not a punk band
I saw them introduced
as America’s number one punk group
this put me in such a funk
that I had to watch James Brown and Bobby Byrd
perform “Sex Machine” 20 times
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The Name of the Game
escape imprisonment as caricatures
tight-fitting skin with limited mistakes
truck drivers ignore traditional romance
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Whatever gets you
through the night
It’s all right, it’s all right
It’s your money or your life
It’s all right, it’s all right
Don’t need a sword
to cut through’ flowers
Oh no, oh no
Whatever gets you
through your life
It’s all right, it’s all right
Do it wrong, or do it right
It’s all right, it’s all right
Don’t need a watch
to waste your time
Oh no, oh no
Whatever gets you to the light
It’s all right, it’s all right
Out of the blue, or out of sight
It’s all right, it’s all right
Don’t need a gun to blow you mind
Oh no, oh no
~ John Lennon
… the rules of the road
have been lodged
It’s only people’s games
that you got to dodge
~ Bob Dylan
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The Name of the Game
standing on the opposite side
of correct America
Kmart Kiss with painted faces
squeezed from the backside
of a plastic doll
not the famous doll
but one purchased in a Dollar Store
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Kurt Cobain kissed the sky
with a farewell line
he stole from Neil Young
“It’s better to burn out
than to fade away.”
Grunge under the gun
Once you’re gone
You can never come back
The name of the game
in the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of fame
is Paint it All Black
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Tarzan found it difficult to make use
of the local library
which surprisingly had
a very strict dress code
sadism and brutality—YES
loincloth—NO
Tarzan was one of the few men standing
not awaiting punishment
debased and inferior men
constantly tried to conquer the jungle
men longing for gratification
males with guns and explosive behavior
males who wished to destroy the pleasure of others
the pleasures they themselves could not enjoy
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Placebo Town was a center
for paying off Karma debts
limb amputations were common
arms and legs would hang from tree branches
somehow it promoted social stability
children were fascinated
they couldn’t look away
young adults were troubled
all manners of fear heightened
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