The Tower of Song

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With more skat
than a stray cat
can poke his eyeballs at
the punk
in the Midnight Choir
starts to twist and shout
Yet …
the All in All
all too beautiful
for even a bird on a wire
to sing about
Like that
concert hall in Vienna
where your lips
were so warm and wet
Getting a feel
of the real deal
… that love thing
Upon a mission
a royal commission
seeking foremost
the rock solid Kingdom
It all starts from within
Seizing the living moment
Best be in it
to win

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

To find truth
without love
or at least a trace
of faith and hope
like trying to climb
the highest peak
of Mount Everest
naked
without oxygen
or even a rope
Not saying it can’t be done
but man …
sounding much like
a clanging gong
in the Temple
of a world gone wrong
Or have I found
that love thing?
From the mire
of the dire basement
that we’re standing in
try as you might
to sight the heavens
across the endless skies
Far better
in the light
seeing the world
through heaven’s eyes
Heart and Soulful
Holy Mindfulness
is the rightful place
where we all belong

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I too
have tried
in my way
to be free
If it be your will
then let it be
Yet
here on earth
they sentenced me
to forty years of mayhem
for spying
the celebrants
of sin
Tell me
where does
this world end
and the next begin?
Because
I don’t like your
toxic culture mister
And I don’t like
the choir
you’re singing in
I don’t like Big Brother’s
twisted little sister
The King
of everything
He’s coming back
He’s coming to reward them
The King of hearts
and minds
the Prince of Peace
returning
But first
we seek the Kingdom
Then let freedom ring

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I’ve been buried
and I’ve been dug up
I call it grace amazing
You called it dumb luck
And thank you
for those items
that you sent me
The stone monkey
and the ink
under my skin
I’ve tunnelled
towards the light
and now I’m ready
First
we occupy the Kingdom
then
let the revolution begin

Yes … Jesus was a sailor
when he walked upon the water
Seeking the lost at sea
and the drowning
The stranger
the gambler
and me

And Leonard Cohen
he’s sailing on
to the Tower of Song

Through all
the rise and fall
the pulp fiction
from hell’s kitchen
I really like
to walk
that tightrope, baby
I really like
to hear
those Sirens sing
But to see that nightmare
of deception
prowling through creation
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom starts with

Remember me?
I use to to live
without rhyme or reason
Remember me?
I plugged your Hi-Fi in
You loved me as a loser
You’d hate
to ever see me win
With Christ Jesus
my ship has finally
come in
No longer tied
to a kitchen chair
With a Glory
and a broken Hallelujah!
But first
we take the Kingdom
Losing it all to win

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I’m counselled
by a whisper
from the heavens
Once I was blinded
by visions in a spin
Now it’s …
So long Chicken Maryland
That frozen turkey
who nearly did me in
For now I’m guided
by the beauty of creation
and a thirst
for the Kingdom
where I first heard
those angels sing
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom begins within

And Leonard Cohen
he’s singing along
from the Tower of Song

~ by David B. Redpath © 2017-20

Artwork;
‘La Musica Sacra’
~ by Luigi Mussini

Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2017-20

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860 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. Placebo Town is unruly and dreadful
    bootleg Dylan and watered down booze
    old-fashioned freefalls among the absurd
    ain’t what they used to be or ever will be
    cannibalistic clouds shade hunger
    drums announce the fear
    of being eaten

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    1. Blueberry Hill
      is where the hunger meets
      the thrill of the chase
      There the fine young cannibals
      keep what they kill
      in a carnivorous game
      for primal predators
      Without a loving shot
      of supernatural grace
      no matter how wild or tame
      no matter how cool or hot
      Placebo Town will always
      follow you around
      from place to place
      Fats Domino
      forever at the piano
      singing ‘Ain’t It A Shame’

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    1. Rebellious
      Rebellious
      Rebellious
      Rage is at the heart
      of Rock ‘n’ Roll
      Raging teenage hormones
      The next new wave
      Zombies On Steroids
      sounding much like the Ramones
      to be stocked on the shelf
      just in time for Christmas
      available as a subdermal implant
      A fully loaded retro placebo
      complete with
      a chemo-genital stimulant
      Rebel, rebel, you’ve torn your dress
      “You’ll be dancing in the street
      with David Bowie and Mick Jagger!”
      German Acid Rock
      Cyberpunk
      Nothing new under
      a Thirsty Moon
      His flute blowing hard
      Jethro Tull in tune
      with Serotonin
      in the horn section
      You say you want a revolution
      Then Joe Biden isn’t your man
      Today’s crop of swamp slop
      just don’t have that angry feeling
      That goes double for Ed Sheeran
      The Beatles came and went
      all too soon
      leaving Pink Floyd
      to ride that gravy train
      Now the Machine itself
      has cut out the middle man
      and composes the music
      for a tasteless generation
      Leaving us
      Helpless
      Helpless
      Helpless

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  2. leaping from the top of a ladder
    as high as a skyscraper
    brother-sister
    psychological
    stains
    Lovecraft narrative
    an area to color with wax crayons
    the eyes shut out the nameless-shapeless
    shut out the charred skeleton on the 2020 Christmas card
    chewing gum wrapper gifts, mother shocking from behind
    virgin popsicle sticks and slick undulating underparts
    was she just breathing hard or was it nasty moaning
    a dog hole of a pagan birth, mutilation galore
    driving it home, the Eden-like entrance
    (@) death-progenitors (lovers)

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  3. it was the kind of party
    where the host digs up a fresh burial
    and the partygoers mutilate the body
    in the background poets read material
    about murders, suicides, anything gruesome
    the suddenness of death is of extreme interest
    Picasso was there painting with reliquified fluids

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    1. I have seen the stains
      of reliquified fluids
      at the Placebo Picasso Museum
      like the rings of Saturn
      caught in the cosmic maelstrom
      of a Pablo hallucination
      An African vivisection
      of the unmasked woman
      He was lost for a time
      searching every fibre
      of a mystical canvas
      ‘Las Meninas’
      manifesting madness
      thinking he’s the reincarnation
      of Diego Velázquez
      But he couldn’t quite capture
      the Ladies-in-Waiting
      whilst his pants were still on
      Fats Domino forever at the piano
      singing ‘Ain’t That A Shame’

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  4. work done daily
    among the wicked
    bad people talking
    about reverse rape
    the seed and the sapling
    doing what is best
    and for the correct reasons
    even when this is not the case
    (@) thinking-out-loud
    the librarian offers to rip a strip
    only bankrupt single men agree

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  5. Placebo Town in its multiplicity
    so nice to be one among many
    I put on the “Morrison Hotel” album
    the night-porter has arrived
    happy day in a small baggie
    I always purchase extra
    a fat tablespoon in the morning coffee
    angels overhead like jet planes
    Jim has grown old
    his voice is self-swallowing
    dandelion Jim about ready to blow
    he stands on the other side
    no longer particular

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    1. Marble statues of Aphrodite, Athena,
      Minerva, and Venus …
      Holes would appear and disappear
      Orifices leaving mere mortals
      in a mindless trance
      Only the chosen few
      could witness such a view
      without being driven to madness
      These portals to other dimensions
      they even sent Salvador Dali
      temporarily delirious
      till he found the irrefutable evidence
      at the entrance to hyper relativity
      Albert Einstein reluctantly concurred
      and called it Quantum Mechanics

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    1. “Do not be anxious about anything,
      but in every situation, by prayer and
      petition, with thanksgiving, present
      your requests to God. And the peace
      of God, which transcends all
      understanding, will guard your hearts
      and your minds in Christ Jesus.
      Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever
      is true, whatever is noble, whatever is
      right, whatever is pure, whatever is
      lovely, whatever is admirable — if
      anything is excellent or praiseworthy
      — think about such things.”

      ~ Paul the Apostle

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  6. the killer showed up at the door
    asked me for my sharpest knife
    was he going to dig it into my flesh ?
    was I to grind to a halt ?
    the night porter was just hours away
    my daily buzz, my unending avalanche
    I invited the killer inside to warm up
    he was such a great distance from the Lord
    death or no death, I could be loving and kind
    I asked if he had seen the new baby Yoda episode
    (@) after the act had been consummated
    crazy-ass murder or sex or both
    the smell of fresh blood
    heavy silence replaced
    the death-rattle
    he wasn’t much
    all opened up

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    1. Caught
      between
      a big death
      and a hard place
      the stimulus
      was deafening
      The poetic consumption
      a biological orchestration
      After shocks rocking
      the compass pointing north
      from mouth to south resuscitation
      There’s a killer in her pants
      with delusions of romance
      A portal begging to be used
      Open doors all dreaming
      a Jim Morrison resurrection
      Nothing seduces the abused
      like the promise
      of some hot spanking violence
      Whatever gets the juices
      of a psycho killer flowing
      There’s a maniac on the loose
      Punishment is the aphrodisiac
      of a lustful guilty conscience

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  7. ——NOT THE EXCEPTION BUT THE RULE——
    two blocks from the Honeymoon Hotel
    the Harlot House was in full swing
    paper money and coins
    a constant turnover
    occupational
    diseases
    galore
    STDs
    lung snot
    tuberculosis
    asphyxiation

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  8. PUNISHMENT IS THE APHRODISIAC
    FOR A LUST FILLED GUILTY CONSCIENCE
    —David Redpath
    armies of angels marching in heaven
    crowds of busy feet waiting for the ferry
    the river currents wild with the dark storms
    no accident I say, those who waded ashore
    self-perfecting parents rich in soul
    gypsies of the highest order

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    1. Justice wears a blindfold
      The Jester wears a mask
      Tonto now owns a casino
      The Lone Ranger
      forever rides a horse
      and goes wherever he wants
      The Ghost Who Walks
      is never seen in pants
      for the Phantom . . .
      he likes to wears tights
      Batman wears whatever he can
      The Boy Wonder still wears shorts

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  9. the craziest person in Placebo Town
    constantly preaching to all
    that without expression
    one finds themselves
    lacking substance
    reality somehow melted down into personal expression
    storytelling and dreams swirled into a self-portrait
    females smoking cigarettes without filters
    males yanking their penis for more size
    booze in both hands
    drugs out of sight
    baby birds
    desperate

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  10. Placebo Town
    one ponders if there are any real men
    just a collection of chicks with dicks
    chicks without dicks
    years of education
    they hand one
    a gourmet cookbook
    a big spoon and a bag of rocks
    years of employment
    the rescue fantasies never stop
    years of religion
    play down yourself
    play up those who are holy

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  11. trying to dodge bullets
    his humor slightly amusing
    in social situations, never at home
    those who see him in a glowing light
    they’ve never been stripped down and sodomized
    love and romance —–whatever was on his agenda
    anonymous names from prisons past, the treadmill of abuse

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    1. Judas Priest
      was the Grinch
      who stole Christmas
      and nailed Easter to a cross
      He served hard time
      for his grievous crime
      and now awaits his fate
      in a wooden box
      Close friends
      and their attorneys
      with a dose of fair weather
      Stormy Daniels
      and her lawyers
      Donald
      and his band
      of gold diggers
      Donors
      and transmitters
      all super spreaders
      of the plastic pox
      Sponsors
      and facilitators
      narcotics and alcoholics
      Forever
      there is the smaller lesser
      and the bigger better
      Growth is a choice
      beyond a throw of the dice
      Destiny is your chance
      Love is heavenly
      Righteousness is nice
      Mindless zealots
      greedy sinners
      and scarlet harlots
      riding hell for leather
      in the shadow of death
      upon the sands of strife
      neck deep in defeat
      Saints and soul survivors
      in the hands of the Saviour
      walking in the Spirit
      upon the Rock of Triumph
      having the time of their life

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  12. she said that if deposits were to be made
    the account was to be kept in good standing
    what about the affection and the passionate kisses
    she said that she could taste bankruptcy on my lips
    the cleansing baptism of melting inside a hot woman
    I gave her cash and gold coins and she shared her furnace
    —————
    —————
    searching for absolution in hard drugs
    absolution for past sins
    absolution reduced
    to exchanges
    with the night porter
    no going outside the house
    shifting feuds stayed outside

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  13. THE TROUBLE WITH FEMALE POETS
    they build nests
    sometimes milking
    themselves in public places
    either hiding the glandular orbs
    or prancing around with them on display
    a topless woman writes more convincingly
    than any man, no matter the size of his stovepipe

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    1. The night porter
      at the Honeymoon Hotel
      sells the used bedsheets
      for a little drug money
      to the Placebo Town
      Genetics Laboratory
      He is always discreet
      but can you truly trust a junkie?
      Mick Jagger and Jerry Hall
      will one day be sorry
      that they ever stayed
      at the Honeymoon Hotel
      The same goes double
      for George Clooney
      The creations that come out
      of the genetics laboratory
      are abominations
      straight from hell
      No scientist
      could ever be prouder
      The night porter
      my main operator
      at the Honeymoon Hotel
      is one cold turkey
      Yet . . .
      I gave him a tip
      as he began to sweat
      and wished him well
      My genetics workshop
      needs all the bedsheets it can get
      if Placebo Town is ever to have
      a victorious mutant army
      Artificial life
      is too short for regret

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      1. the grave knows our name
        it knows
        who we are from the beginning
        the grave follows its own course
        and yet
        exists in cooperative relation
        with the graves of others
        Artificial Life in a red swimming suit
        inside a machine runs constantly
        outside, snarls and tangles
        and fingernails
        possibly
        a slice of pie

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      2. In order
        to get his next fix
        the night porter
        has no regrets
        He knows
        that he owes
        his very existence
        to this illicit trade
        in used bed sheets
        Wrong or right?
        Who’s to tell?
        For long ago
        his very own parents
        who he’s never met
        spent a torrid night
        at the Placebo Town
        Honeymoon Hotel

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  14. back in the day when real men
    would pleasure themselves with silk handkerchiefs
    life was often a cramped space, too short and too tight
    it was difficult to be free of the daily straitjacket
    white people populated the market circus
    finding pleasure in making money
    totally sadistic in spending it

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  15. late night bus driver told me to sit in the back
    nobody wanted to see my landscape
    perhaps there was a brown stain
    the scent from raw scars
    words with eroded edges
    other vulgarizers sitting around
    wishing poets with hillbilly beards
    would trim their nose hair and expire
    be stamped “DISCARD” by senior librarians
    —————
    —————
    when we arrived at the Placebo Town station
    I vaporized leaving those on the bus puzzled
    perhaps I changed my gender and bench
    possibly flushed myself down the john

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  16. people stick their problems in my ears
    their fears, the fears of strangers
    all alone like Justin Bieber
    Justin and his two legs
    Justin
    and his penis
    Ishmael
    he looks in a mirror
    and everything has changed
    all those years living in Moby Dick
    just an idiot kid with money and fame

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    1. “If you can fake a bit of sincerity
      and pretend that you really care, if
      you can stand your ground against
      the rat race of Placebo Town … well,
      my son, you’ll be halfway there.”

      ~ Hagar’s last words to Ishmael

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  17. it just felt wrong to call him Abraham
    I spoke of him as Mr. Lincoln
    I told the guys
    at the pool hall
    that I had given Abe
    a ride into town
    a strange
    silence
    was I going to be rude
    and comment on his gayness
    OMG, I had heard of the Lincoln Log
    had I been more brave I could have touched it
    I gave Mr. Lincoln a ride into town
    he was so gentle for his size
    the printed word
    was wrong

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    1. Vague Runt
      the night porter’s
      secret paramour
      and bedraggled sister
      of Vague Rant
      the Placebo Town
      street prophet
      is sadly no more
      She was impaled
      on the fossilised jaw bone
      of a dinosaur
      after falling down a hole
      Some say
      she was waiting to score
      Others say
      she was on the run
      from a man with a gun
      Never get between
      a pimp and his whore
      A cautionary lesson for us all
      Except for her other brother
      the psychotic Vague Grunt
      now knee deep in gore
      after a successful vengeful hunt
      His pièce de résistance
      Yet the night porter
      is beside himself with grief
      He had a special place
      in his genetically modified heart
      for his pseudo ingénue
      She will be sorely missed
      especially for her vacantness
      the ever vacuous
      Vague Runt
      Rest in peace

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  18. the cult of Abraham Lincoln
    where he swallows the sun
    and it passes through him
    to be swallowed again
    tourists in hell share a single thought
    they wish that they had given Abe a ride
    said, “hop in Mr. Lincoln, we’re going to town”
    ————-
    ————-
    excavations around Placebo Town
    huge bones were showing up
    giants and dinosaurs
    brought to mind
    but Abe said NO
    just creation
    playing
    games

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  19. the insignificance of youth
    living in a cathedral
    crucifixions
    on a weekly basis
    ordinary children blinded
    daddy Pope with his headdress
    cutting off hands, cutting off legs
    I think about the number of babies
    how long they cried inside the crocodile

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  20. I love the drugs that don’t have a name
    chemicals of temptation and downfall
    the sap squeezed from the Torah
    serpent droppings from Eden
    ————
    ————
    human traits of self-consciousness
    Noah masturbating on the Ark
    how long was the spiral
    was God caught up

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    1. Death on a bender
      life spent on a shopping trip
      through a drugstore blender
      where the lights are blinding
      dreaming I was someone else
      somebody off the shelf
      a voice through the loudspeaker
      chanting, “Shop till you drop!”
      in the Mall of the Self Serving
      there motivation
      is never in question
      but deep down
      in the car park of my heart
      where it was quiet and dark
      where Liberation
      is ever the question
      I knew I was free to be me
      a fire can always start
      from the smallest of sparks
      the consummation
      of endless possibility
      where heaven is waiting

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  21. the Mall of the Self Serving: second hand mutts
    you wear
    industrial earplugs
    safe from the piercing shrieks
    the gurgling death-rattles
    what about that smell ?
    ass chafe (dallied with)
    lazy slapping fat
    distractions
    price tags reduced 95%
    ———–
    ———–
    many a boy wanting to see a cooter
    you shine a light down there
    suddenly realizing
    your bible was a soft sell
    you go home out of sorts
    who do you tell ?
    the red blood
    the black blood
    the clots
    the frantic effort
    to stay clean
    the curse with all of its intimacy
    the librarian strong-arming the truth
    men have no right to know

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    1. In the name
      of superstition
      something unwholesome
      crawled into the Vatican
      Now it has a headdress
      of it’s very own
      as it drinks from the skull
      of a choir boy
      who was left all alone
      at a nightclub
      called The Danger Zone
      Corona
      Black Lives Matter
      A world getting hotter
      You ain’t seen nothing yet
      Get ready for The Great Reset
      You had better get in early
      and place your order
      for here come the new
      and improved Earth Goddess
      but you may call her Mother
      along with all her Mini-Me-Too’s
      to serve as devoted minions
      Blessed be … something or other
      ‘Babylon Has Got It Goin’ On!’
      will be the number song
      sung as a global anthem
      all uplifting and inspiring
      But first . . .
      there’s an apocalypse full
      of fighting to be done
      Power, money, and religion
      … ruling together as one
      But then . . .
      nothing new under the Sun

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  22. a sense of loneliness
    in an area
    where citizens
    constantly test themselves
    they form lines and wait
    pilgrims on pause
    some degree of trance
    at some point
    one can place an order
    for photographs
    of the actual event
    THE TEST
    first they ask
    if you are contaminated
    then they place something
    too far up to be innocent
    testing for Adam footing

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    1. A positive result
      celebrities confined
      the rich quarantined
      All reasons to celebrate
      Like a probe up the proboscis
      A virus that can mutate
      faster than a geriatric
      Presidential candidate
      and like a plastic prosthesis
      will outlast syphilis

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  23. the drug people send me stuff to review
    sometimes I flip my wig
    HIGHEST compliment
    “send more !!!”
    outside the world is quiet
    THANKSGIVING
    the neighbors are roasting a goat
    nearly naked around a pit, some beating drums
    on second thought, perhaps the poor creature was not a goat
    anyway, they are terrified of me, calling me a “White Devil”
    they know that I can fly, having seen me in the tree tops
    (@) White Devil looking for his missing parts

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    1. The villagers
      simple quiet folk
      in their humble way
      referred to me
      as that sick boy
      and a black sheep
      gone astray
      But one by one
      I watched and waited
      as they all succumbed
      and were laid way down
      in that pauper’s cemetery
      called Placebo Town
      Those villagers
      never suspected a thing
      The simple truth . . .
      I always buried any proof
      This sick boy is now
      the only one left breathing
      footloose and fancy free
      When it comes
      to sheep herding
      the brutal truth
      is I’d much rather be
      the big bad wolf

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  24. assembling documentary evidence
    living outside the light of the city
    voyeuristic curiosity
    magnificent dope
    self-definition
    dead people floating about
    emotional as well as intellectual
    but He of considerable magnitude
    says “No, No” to mothers
    wanting to be fathers

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  25. it took so long to construct me
    I don’t want to be a highway
    that goes nowhere
    ————————–where the highway ends and the man begins
    working-class people have no need for literature—no sentimental crap
    Thoreau erasing Shakespeare, toil-worn words for lazy students
    bandages stop at the knee, pillaged memories of legs
    the originals gone
    (@) what could I say —a bird without wings, a runner without legs

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    1. Sin …
      in the eye of the beholder
      Satan …
      just like Robert De Nero
      only shorter
      Eve …
      she’s everywhere
      shipwrecked sailors go
      with a wink
      a rose tattoo
      and a shrug of her shoulder
      To each their own
      I don’t go pointing no bone
      That way we all get
      that little bit older and wiser
      I’m just now finding
      through all the grating
      and the grinding
      my way back home

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    2. The meek
      inward looking
      quietly seeking
      The self satisfied
      knowing nothing
      The humble
      to tradition clinging
      (it’s a thing
      that many seem
      to like doing!?)
      Hearts hard
      Vandals pillaging
      Museums empty
      Minions plundering
      Eden’s apple
      slowly crumbling
      with a big serve
      of melting ice cream
      Hearts living
      Pilgrim’s progress
      A spiritual awakening
      regardless
      of any and all
      physical predisposition
      Hands giving
      Hands taking
      Tongues like fire
      licking a bowl
      of desolation
      In the streets
      reality is cracking
      In the suburbs
      houses of the absurd
      built on the sands of time
      are violently shaking
      Ancient angry beasts
      are quietly stirring
      Nations are hungry
      and viciously snarling
      Time to unbind
      the question forbidden
      All creation awaiting
      the rock solid Word
      forever feeding
      the very living

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  26. translate the tongue
    translate yourself
    walk forward
    find yourself
    ——————paraphrase the American president, “shit for brains”
    the virus is shame
    the cure is delay
    they tie one down
    and destroy the lungs
    prisoners stack dead people
    loved ones and relatives cry on television
    average Americans seem concerned with eating food in public places
    average Americans seem concerned with drinking booze in public places

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    1. A true story
      Twin boys born
      a hundred years ago
      back in 1920
      From the Spanish flu
      one dies as a baby
      The surviving brother
      lives on to 100
      He died last week
      of the Corona Virus
      When pandemic truth
      is stranger than fiction
      what are the chances?

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  27. he who absorbs the words
    finds himself in motion
    eyes blinking
    for the minutes
    arms flapping for the hours
    multiple references to astronauts
    three questions on the entrance exam
    Mick Jagger’s sock size being the most difficult

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