Placebo Town (revisited)

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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

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Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2018-2020

347 thoughts on “Placebo Town (revisited)”

  1. 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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    1. 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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  2. 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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    1. 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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    1. 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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  3. 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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  4. 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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    1. 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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  5. 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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    1. 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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  6. 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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    1. 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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      1. 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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      2. 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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      3. 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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  7. 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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    1. 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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  8. 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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    1. 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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    1. 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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    1. 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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  9. 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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    1. 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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  10. 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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  11. 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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    1. 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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  12. 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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    1. 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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  13. 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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  14. 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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    1. 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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  15. 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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    1. 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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    1. 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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  16. 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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  17. 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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    1. 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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    1. 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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  18. 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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  19. 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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    1. 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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  20. 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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  21. 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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    1. 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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  22. 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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    1. 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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      1. 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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  23. 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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    1. 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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      1. 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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      2. 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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    1. 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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    1. 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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    2. 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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  24. 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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    1. 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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      1. 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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      2. 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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      3. 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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      4. “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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      5. 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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  25. 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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    1. 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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  26. 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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    1. 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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      1. 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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      2. 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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  27. 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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    1. 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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  28. 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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    1. 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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      1. 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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      2. 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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  29. 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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  30. 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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  31. 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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    1. 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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      1. 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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    2. 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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  32. 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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    1. 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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  33. 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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    1. 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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      1. 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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      2. 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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      3. 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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      4. 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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  34. 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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  35. 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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  36. sometimes the automobiles
    seemed to be occupied
    by giant eyeballs
    as the autos drifted by
    large eyes peered out the windows
    Jim Morrison exaggerated the experience
    addicted to drink, drug, demon
    exaggeration was effortless

    disfigurement was common in
    Placebo Town
    constant prattle about the disease
    some crazy tribe eating bats (?)
    as if consuming horrid creatures
    was contrary
    to their essential nature

    Sunday service
    good Christians seated
    by zoological classification
    nuisance value could place one
    in the very back row

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    1. The back row
      where no news is fake
      and conspiracies are all true
      How much more
      can a wicked witch take
      when only a Placebo will do
      Dorothy in the red dress
      arising
      from the Tin Man’s embrace
      clicks her high heels
      and chants
      in a casting couch trance
      “There’s no place like home!”
      Jim Morrison
      forever pointing a bone
      at the Storm Riders
      of the Twilight Zone
      Reverberations
      of a flaming incantation
      echoes through the streets
      of Placebo Town

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  37. the back row in church
    has dung like the rim trail
    at the Grand Canyon
    a topic not often discussed
    one runs into strangers
    and they act very sheepish
    they were up to something
    but only God knows what
    uninhibited religious exhibitionism (?)
    nudity
    with a focused faith
    above questioning

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    1. Finding Christ
      is not the end of the search
      It is just the beginning
      for those who are earnestly seeking
      Sitting in the front row
      doesn’t make you a saint
      Going to church
      doesn’t make you a Christian
      The only problem
      I have with church
      is they let all those humans in
      Each and everyone
      a scuzzball covered in sin
      But looking through eyes
      that are not own
      I can see the saint within
      Christ took it all to the cross
      at great cost
      so that we might win
      There is no place for guilt
      in a forgiven state
      of true clear blue freedom

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