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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629 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. I’ve seen the photographs of me
    weeping by the waters of Babylon
    complete frankness with no fear
    for those extinguished by death
    who have no shortcuts or detours
    no ability to share cinema
    sometimes the smell of false prophets
    floats over to Placebo Town
    Pseudo-Jesus and horned angels
    wave as they drift overhead
    they pee and poop
    their counterfeit bombs
    but find it impossible to
    materialize in reality
    they are numbered
    and heart numb

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    1. Any given night or day
      the ethereal becomes substantial
      A throbbing sound
      coming from Datura Highway
      the main artery
      from Babylon to Placebo Town
      where the statues are bleeding
      No one there dares
      call it a miracle

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  2. standing in line to pick up my daily dose
    the lady in front of me
    said that she had stopped petting her pet
    (was I being tested ?)
    the guy behind me offered to pet her pet
    after getting the pill to get the pill
    I rode the bus over to the library
    nervous that the pet lady might be following me
    the head librarian visually registered my level of intoxication
    I could see inside her and she was due to drop a log
    almost everything was transparent
    old people and bronchial congestion
    the battle for breath
    perhaps an oxygen tent
    in a bathroom stall

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  3. the head librarian was walking around as if she was on the cover of a magazine
    using visual scissors I removed her hands and replaced them with crab claws
    addition by subtraction, she was far more dangerous
    God help the guys who swig moonshine outside
    insignificant pebbles in the flow of reality
    inside the library the current is swift
    riffraff and rubbish have no chance
    out the door and down the street

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    1. At the Pandoric Temple
      grand opening
      Plácido Domingo
      sang the national anthem
      ‘Placebo Supremo’
      Accompanied by a golden shower
      from the #MeToo Histrionic Choir
      Lady Gaga and Ed Sheeran
      joined in on the performance
      The Temple had been built
      over the ruins of the Führerbunker
      so it has deep spiritual significance
      The Mayor of Placebo Town
      read lines from the poem
      ‘Not All That Splashes Is Golden’
      He was wearing a raincoat
      at the time
      but his pants were down
      as he proudly declared
      the Pandoric Temple open
      The Rolling Stones were
      the final act
      singing …

      🎶 I went down
      to the Placebo Town drugstore
      To get your prescription filled
      I was standing in line
      with Mr. Jimi
      And man
      did he look pretty ill
      as he took yet another
      jagged blue pill
      We decided that we
      would have a soda
      My favorite flavor
      cherry red
      I sung my song to Mr. Jimi
      Yeah
      and he said one word to me
      and that was “dead”
      I said to him:
      You can’t always get what you want
      But if you try sometimes
      Well, you just might find
      You get what you need 🎶

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      1. when I see Lady Gaga perform
        I see an earthworm exposed
        moving her lips like a fish
        desperate to be returned
        Lady Gaga digging a tunnel to Placebo Town
        with a tiny souvenir spoon from a gift shop
        is she a monster or a carnival clown ?
        most people know that she can sing
        but where is the amusement in that
        an adult wearing a disguise
        background dancers
        tinkering the past
        dreadful at best

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      2. If dogs run free
        Then why not we
        Across the swooping plain?
        My ears hear a symphony
        Of two mules, trains and rain
        The best is always yet to come
        That’s what they explain to me
        Just do your thing, you’ll be king
        If dogs run free

        If dogs run free
        why not me
        Across the swamp of time?
        My mind weaves a symphony
        And tapestry of rhyme
        Oh, winds which rush my tale to thee
        So it may flow and be
        To each his own, it’s all unknown
        If dogs run free

        If dogs run free
        Then what must be
        Must be
        And that is all
        True love can make a blade of grass
        Stand up straight and tall
        In harmony with the cosmic sea
        True love needs no company
        It can cure the soul
        It can make it whole
        If dogs run free

        ~ Bob Dylan

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    2. The head librarian
      of Placebo Town
      wears her halo of silence
      like a holy crown
      But her silent demeanour
      is but a hollow pretence
      When I asked her
      for some Shakespeare
      She handed me
      ‘The Merchant of Venice’
      and then asked how
      I’d like my pound of flesh?
      I said …
      “Loud, well done,
      and with a side of relish.”
      So she showed me a photograph
      of Rock Hudson wearing a dress
      she had hidden
      in a book of Guinness Records
      She then proceeded to stamp
      my library card very hard
      as she liked to punish
      and be punished
      promising to call an ambulance
      when she had finally finished
      I lost conciousness
      after fifty shades of darkness

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  4. rich people stay warm in the winter
    and cold in the summer
    they stand in line
    to get the pill
    I take the pill to get the pill
    a false heaven on earth
    pancakes with angels
    free library WIFI
    a private librarian
    who researched my identity
    and one day stated, “you worked for NASA”
    a test pilot for UFOs and other weird aircraft
    she showed me a photo of the crash that took me legs
    I thought to myself, “wish she had photos of me old lovers”
    it sure gets lonely at night and I would love to stare at their eyes

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  5. they say that to take the pill to get the pill
    undermines the very concepts of rehabilitation
    in Placebo Town, traditional orientations are inverted
    (+) taking the magic pill opens one to the suffering of others
    laboring with myself, I try not to be a closed book
    silently pursuing the salvation of fallen folk
    Judgment Cometh, confinement in sight

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    1. I took a pill to get a thrill
      I never suspected that
      ingesting red poison
      boosts your blue immune system
      When the Word Virus detected
      my engorged mutation
      excreting a pulsating vaccine
      the Supreme Council declared it
      a Code Red Violation situation
      I just went on humming
      Dylan’s ‘Blowin’ In The Wind’

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  6. several of the older kids in town
    had photographs
    of engorged
    organs
    excreting a cloudy substance
    having no idea what the reality
    of the demonic images
    might be
    something from the shaded past ?
    a bond that adults share with evil ?
    the dark side of life so often denied ?
    every face in the crowd
    has been betrayed by love
    silent lips screaming
    “no return”

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    1. Wake up in the morning
      there’s a snap around the place
      Wake up in the morning
      there’s a crackle in your face
      Wake up in the morning
      there’s a pop that really says
      “Rice Krispies for you
      and you and you”
      Pour on the milk and listen
      to the snap that says “It’s nice”
      Pour on the milk and listen
      to the crackle of that rice

      ~ The Rolling Stones

      (How Kellogg’s paid for Mick’s
      very first pair of socks)

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    2. “That Mississippi farm
      it wasn’t much
      But girl, it was a home for us.
      Now we can never go back
      Because I heard it from the Judge.
      He said: “Son . . .
      the people in Placebo Town won’t
      have anything to do with you now”.
      Say goodbye for the very last time
      to the place we love somehow.
      We can never go back
      to the garden of Eden.
      Adam and Eve have sinned.
      We can’t go back again. Oh no no.
      She was sixteen
      and I was a twenty-five.
      For the first time in my life
      I really felt alive.
      But we never should have done
      what we done when we went
      into Placebo Town.
      The Mayor made a wrong move
      when he took his trousers down
      (💥 Gunshot)
      We can never go back
      to the garden of Eden.
      Adam and Eve have sinned.
      We can’t go back again. Oh no no.”

      ~ Bubbling Buzz Cauldron

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  7. citizens of Placebo Town
    seem to be constantly
    plagued by toothaches
    sometimes late at night
    I walk around with pliers
    and yank out the devils
    when they open their mouths
    I can smell the richness of life
    digestion and decay
    birth and death
    hints of cynicism
    suspicion and resentment
    —————–
    —————–
    the virtues of escape
    an uninhibited existence
    it was all a lie
    but readers appreciate a liar
    an educated vagabond
    who has journeyed in outer space
    like a Disney character on crack
    pushing buttons
    and turning dials
    praying for something more
    some miracle of consciousness

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  8. that old-fashioned ending
    that neatly ties together everything
    younger people acting as abbreviations
    people who quote God counting hairs
    penises: exact measurements 24 hours a day
    intimate details can never be too intimate
    the farther one is located from God
    the more one assumes
    they know something about everything
    even the strange flap on the stomach
    of Maharishi the Earthbound Yogi
    who was on a Kellogg’s cereal box
    with a skinny wife of Frank Sinatra

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    1. “Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.”

      – Pablo Picasso

      “Be curious, not judgemental.”

      ~ Walt Whitman

      “Normality is a paved road.
      It’s comfortable to walk
      but no flowers grow on it.”

      ~ Vincent Van Gogh

      “Do not be dismayed by the
      brokenness of the world.
      All things break. And all things
      can be mended. Not with time,
      as they say, but with intention.
      So go love intentionally,
      extravagantly, unconditionally.
      The broken world waits in
      darkness for the light that is you.”

      -L.R. Knost

      “One knows what one is, but
      know not what one may be.”

      ~ William Shakespeare

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  9. sooner or later, the ex-astronaut drifts toward
    the magnetism of the poetic-religious
    the strong pull of the woman
    Eve with her punishment
    harsh judgments
    dark imagery
    COMMAS IN AN OLD TESTAMENT SENTENCE
    the outside world becomes a tide pool
    where every thought and action
    can be reviewed and weighed
    illusion and self-delusion
    saloon girl romance
    continuous sex

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    1. That junkie is a major tom
      He finds it hard
      keeping his spacesuit on
      HAL 9000 told him
      that the Cyber Truth
      would set him free
      Now he’s fully frozen
      floating around the galaxy
      aimlessly space walking
      talking to a black hole
      on the event horizon
      In Placebo Town
      no one can hear you scream
      “Ground Control,
      we have a problem!
      Major Tom has just awoken
      . . . from a dream.”

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  10. indulging
    in a private hobby
    pulling teeth in the dark
    by the light of a flashlight
    or possibly a cigarette lighter
    Placebo Town
    the plateau of gender
    femininity and masculinity
    the damaged secrets of angels
    whistleblowers in heaven discarded

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  11. all windows face loneliness
    Eden in all directions
    but never in sight
    the sons of Cain sleep in beds
    while I sleep on the street
    when strangers ask directions
    I point them in the direction
    of the Promised Land
    “don’t hesitate or you’ll lose your way”

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  12. a mysterious hatred of today
    A MYSTERIOUS HATRED OF TODAY
    a mysterious hatred of today

    the television broadcasts people standing on the streets
    mostly at night under artificial light
    all kinds of humans in deep protest
    homemade signs
    and factory reproductions
    various screams and yells
    like those at sporting events
    only much more cut-throat
    at first I thought
    they were entertaining
    babysitters dressed in blue
    but I was wrong—really wrong
    the whole circus seems small-minded

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  13. IN MY DAY
    the children are deflowered before they are born
    not a mighty horn but one of the lesser horns
    the fear and the promise
    the Rape of the Rose
    the fear and the promise
    The Man of Sin takes control
    life has taken on a new understanding
    otherworldly beings seem to dictate the stage

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  14. tombstones
    markers for failure and imperfection
    all the dead holding hands under the ground
    the struggle up above
    children who neglected
    their Bible and their studies
    Jerusalem no longer on any map
    Ken and Barbie to finalize the struggle

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  15. like a laboratory animal in a dark experiment
    the floor dirty with evidence of a struggle
    wondering what the hell to expect
    lanterns eager to illuminate
    “point us Lord, light us”
    Public Welfare proper
    bend over and take it
    Sodomy First Class
    ————————-I didn’t know how to spell penitentiary
    so I just put down “big house” (older guys who were acquainted with
    the rules of prosody and rhyme had lubricants stolen from the kitchen)
    The first rule was to ignore the pain. The second rule was learn how
    to disguise the pleasure. Everyone had their favorite fellow.

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  16. mix the profane with the religious
    and one has the perfect vehicle
    genius sees itself reflected
    in the weak-minded
    religious cabaret
    Front Row
    the bride with her strength and resilience
    ready to pull the infants out and throw them on stage
    from one prison to another, family was strong behind bars
    the boys in jail, the daughters doing it for 50 cents or a quarter
    stolen cigarettes delivered in a wheelbarrow painted red
    the rabbi drops a dollar and two rather large loads
    half the town sprang from his loins
    proud of his nut sac and length
    more beast than man

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  17. there was a large magnifying glass
    in the bathroom stall reserved for the curious
    the truck stop restroom known as an adult playground
    episodes of “Up Yours” constantly in production
    very delicate and often dangerous off-key sex
    tabloids overflowing with puritanical disgust
    (@) squabbles with the size of angels

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    1. I just returned
      from an excursion
      to the Grand Emporium
      of Placebo Perversion
      The plebeians were doing
      their weekly shopping
      Plastic bags full of nothing
      All synchronised
      to the music playing
      Mass consumption
      is the hypnotising mantra
      There’s an inflatable doll
      that sells very well
      She has lubricated moving parts
      She’s guaranteed to break hearts
      Her name is Placebia

      🎶 Wanna tell about my baby
      You know she comes around
      About five feet four
      From her head to the ground
      Well, she comes around here
      Just about midnight
      Make me feel so good
      Make me feel all right.
      And her name is P, L, A, C, E, B, I,
      yi-yi-yi-yi
      P, L, A, C, E, B, I, A …. Placebia!
      P, L, A, C, E, B, I, A …. Placebia!
      I’m wanna shout it ev’ry night
      Placebia!
      I’m wanna shout it ev’ry day
      Placebia!
      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all right 🎶

      Excuse me while I go
      and unpack my shopping

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  18. PLACEBIA
    I’ve always wanted to see that name in print
    but way too fearful to arrange the letters
    the personification of sex
    all the boys had pocketknives
    and tales of her rose watered
    her elongated clitoris
    that had a tongue
    Placebia was the first human to say
    “THERE ARE NO FEMALES IN HEAVEN”
    Adam has no mother
    Eve has no mother
    God has no mother
    (cigarettes have a wet nurse, the Lady Nicotine)
    why no females in heaven ?
    because the serpent inside them
    has the DNA of Dominance
    (@) only God bears dominance in heaven
    the Old Believers on television
    crying about the sinking vessels of the Word
    only one church left in Kentucky
    and they handle snakes
    and drink bleach
    and their children stand by the road
    hoping to exchange trinkets for love
    each with a separate indigestion
    the taste of a small mouth
    rhythmically
    with the knife poised to strike
    the sacrificial knife
    the foreskin to feed to the fable
    the rabbi with the woman arm and hand
    the rabbi with only half a heart
    the mastery of the bootleg half
    the Princess Placebia

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    1. A totally liberated Placebia
      is a threat to all mankind
      That pagan Queen of Heaven
      and part time fertility goddess
      Placebo Town’s head librarian
      she’s certain to blow the mind
      of any poor unsuspecting heathen
      Part Babylonian
      Fully Amazon
      Survival of the Fittest
      is her game
      Her insatiable hunger
      upon the wings of fury
      is passive aggressiveness
      The placebo majora
      of an Alpha Banshee
      is her claim to fame
      Clitoria in Excelsis
      her soft artifice
      of devouring lust
      is just too much
      for any man to face
      Ever commanding
      an upstanding performance
      The hard fulfilment
      of her swirling vortex
      A primal void that holds
      humanity in a trance
      within the folds
      of her relentless embrace

      Walking in the Spirit
      is a question of balance

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  19. passive-aggressive
    the very thing that makes men
    behave like butt-sniffing monkeys
    ———–a sudden thought of a lone giraffe
    frozen in fear
    afraid that God
    will reach down
    and snap its neck
    the distant sound of Miles Davis
    playing “THE MAN GONNA BREAK YOUR NECK”
    ———-when the man got you down
    and you got no where to hide
    ———-when the man got you down
    and you got no where to hide
    ———————–
    “Placebia, come quick with your man-trap”
    hoping she will suck all enemies dry
    break off their manly limbs
    and beat them dead
    with both left
    and right
    Placebia may disguise herself
    and wear the uniform of the library
    but she is no queen in the holy upstairs
    more likely the Land of the Empty Calorie
    the Fatty Liver Mesa or the Black Lungs Dugout
    —————————————
    for those who concern themselves with narrative sequence
    progression to an end and regression to an origin
    alternative routes to the same goal
    Princess Placebia may be
    the circumference of Adam
    but she is NOT the center of Christ

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    1. Did Adam have nipples?
      Did Michaelangelo get it wrong
      when he painted the Sistine Chapel?
      Does pride come before a fall
      when biting the big apple?
      Was everything good
      in the Garden of Eden?
      Was Eve the weak link
      when it came to rebellion?
      Sex has nothing to do
      with Original Sin.
      That was a Placebo Town thing
      to get the party swinging

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  20. as we slowly floated
    on the famous river
    one of the dead Beatles
    drifted over and warned us
    “REPENT before it is too late”
    a blue face with blue lips
    with emphasis on that word
    REPENT (brutal simplicity)
    a dead Beatle
    no longer picturesque

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  21. in a plastic baggie
    I had the ever-ready verbal topping
    for a dead Beatle birthday cake
    (@) the quicksilver cleverness of rock and roll
    an imaginative boy
    who could make other children submit
    girls with curls and starched underpants
    scamps with pocket money to toss away

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  22. open questions
    fields of open questions
    outside the walls of Placebo Town
    thorny questions with souvenirs
    from those who have passed
    death deeply intertwined
    reciprocal expression
    androgynous
    in nature
    (@) close friends from acquaintances on the basis of intimacy
    ———
    ———
    not out of fear or need
    communication genderless
    graveyard mannequins waving
    like black birds in the family tree
    disfigurement so many years ago
    transitory fame living outside death

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    1. Radio Placebo has a proud
      history of banning songs
      They’re been doing it since
      Judas Priest and Black Sabbath
      climbed the charts to No.1
      Back when Adam was young
      and Eve would sing along
      Here’s just one . . .

      🎶Holy Moses met the Pharaoh
      Yeah, he tried to set him straight
      Looked him in the eye,
      “Let my people go!”

      Holy Moses on the mountain
      High above the golden calf
      Went to get the Ten Commandments
      Yeah, he’s just gonna break ’em in half!

      All you zombies hide your faces,
      All you people in the street,
      All you sittin’ in high places,
      The pieces gonna fall on you
      No one ever spoke to Noah,
      They all laughed at him instead
      Workin’ on his ark,
      Workin’ all by himself

      Only Noah saw it comin’,
      Forty days and forty nights,
      Took his sons and daughters with him,
      Yeah, they were the Israelites!

      All you zombies hide your faces,
      All you people in the street,
      All you sittin’ in high places,
      The rain’s gonna fall on you

      Holy Father, what’s the matter?
      Where have all your children gone?
      Sittin’ in the dark,
      Livin’ all by themselves,
      You don’t have to hide anymore!

      All you zombies show your faces,
      All you people in the street,
      All you sittin’ in high places,
      The pieces gonna fall on you!

      All you zombies show your faces,
      (I see you out there!)
      All you people in the street,
      (Let’s see you!)
      All you sittin in high places,
      It’s all gonna fall on you! 🎶

      ~ The Hooters

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  23. INSIDE THE WALLS OF PLACEBO TOWN
    OUTSIDE THE WALLS OF PLACEBO TOWN
    physical love arrives
    (+) wrapped in expensive gift paper
    (+) in a duck squirt of disgust
    physical relations under a darkness
    Eve exercising her egg tube in private
    anonymous, exhausted with reproduction
    Adam watched himself being made
    she watched herself being made
    now she was frantic populating
    a baby a day except Sunday

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    1. Mick spent
      much of his life
      trying to find Placebia Majora
      To make her fall madly
      in love with him
      and to make her his wife
      For she was no
      honky tonk woman
      But he was no Jungle Jim
      my friend
      so he made do with Jerry Hall
      It just wasn’t the same
      She was no comparison at all
      It could only end in strife
      You see
      he had met Placebia
      but once
      in the helter skelter
      of a backstage
      summer swelter
      where she completely knocked
      his space cotton socks off
      Keith was hoping to go next
      as Charlie kept beat
      and Bill headed for the exit
      But just before any encore
      the whole band was arrested
      For Placebia was the daughter
      of the Placebo Town sheriff
      Maximus Majora
      And wandering minstrels
      he particularly detested
      It took all their money
      and a good lawyer
      to get them out of there
      Jagger was forbidden
      from ever again seeing her
      but he could never forget
      that sweet sixteen
      Placebia Majora
      Hotter than a chipotle pepper
      Once tasted
      a lifetime of regret
      Secretly
      he never stopped
      singing about her . . .

      🎶If I could stick my pen
      in my heart
      And spill it all over the stage
      Would it satisfy you?
      Would it slide on by you?
      Would you think
      the boy is strange?
      Ain’t he strange?
      If I could win you,
      if I could sing you
      A love song so divine
      Would it be enough
      for your cheating heart
      If I broke down and cried?
      I said, can’t you see
      that this old boy
      has been a-lonely?
      If I could stick a knife
      in my heart,
      suicide right on stage
      Would it be enough
      for your teenage lust
      Would it help to ease the pain?
      Ease your brain
      If I could dig down deep
      in my heart
      Feelings would flood
      on the page
      Would it satisfy you?
      Would it slide on by you?
      Would you think the boy’s insane?
      He is insane
      I said, can’t you see
      that this old boy
      has been a-lonely
      And do you think
      that you’re the only girl around?
      I bet you think that you’re
      the only woman in Placebo Town 🎶

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  24. watching other people masturbate
    not feeling a thing
    running nonstop
    in dreams
    ——————————she said that a huge wad of cash
    would compensate for the humiliation
    ——————————profound self-abandonment
    with half-a-man in public locations
    a superior soundtrack behind feeling like the center of the universe
    a nothingness that becomes a fullness of being
    I kept asking myself
    could I drop a tear
    at the correct
    moment

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  25. I remember when Mick drove that odd automobile
    a small car off a roller coaster with a jet engine
    he loved the fact that Jerry Hall
    was a size irregular for the passenger seat
    sometimes when people find themselves drowning in wealth
    a sucker parasite will attach itself and help relieve the pressure
    Jerry Hall was a tall carnivalized sucking machine
    she believed herself safe from the harmful effects
    beautiful and a talented money-grubber
    paper cuts on her lips
    and dare-say
    backdoor
    ————
    ————
    romance with Mick
    a loose collection of episodes
    subplots in a fancy candy store
    naughty sex in $700 cotton socks

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    1. “The path to paradise begins in hell.”
      ~ Dante Alighieri

      Bryan Ferry
      and Jerry Hall
      Now that was a match
      made in a Roxy Musical
      Rocky Horror kind of hell
      A divine comedy maybe
      but in the town of Placebo
      Jerry’s tiger skin dress
      caused all the boys
      to make a mess
      as they went up
      like a towering Inferno
      Dante himself
      was most impressed
      But Jerry was looking
      for something bigger
      She wouldn’t settle
      for second best
      So with Bryan
      no sticking together
      when along came Jagger
      But there can be no denying
      Mick was only ever after
      that tiger skin dress 🐅

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  26. someone went on a reality show
    and described the moon
    now a large number of people
    go outside at night
    and the moon seems wrong
    the moon is no longer
    a free agent
    a trained technician
    removes your lower half
    and shows no respect
    those who lack the exterior
    permit the interior to venture out
    (@) pedestrian whispers

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    1. Much like the Earth
      the Moon isn’t what it use to be
      Since the shadow fell
      things haven’t been the same
      As under a necromancer’s spell
      The Angels once frolicked there
      playing angelic games
      having fairy bread picnics
      and drinking cups of herbal tea
      Now it’s all lunar rocks
      and space cotton socks
      For there’s work to be done
      under a blaring Sun
      But the promise of a new dawn
      when angelic fun will return
      Heaven and Earth
      again reunited as one
      The Innocence young
      no longer to burn
      under Old Scratch’s thumb

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  27. the hobo crowd drank Mad Dog or Thunderbird
    rednecks were known to swig Old Scratch whiskey
    the grim reaper with a scythe on the label
    ————-
    ————-
    designer drugs dusted on fairy bread crumbs
    a measure of pleasure complete with upheaval

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    1. Maximus Majora
      the Placebo Town sheriff
      and patron saint
      of the Chaos Theory
      is also the head producer
      of Meet The Placebos
      that top rating reality TV show
      (Entertainment for the lonely
      Totally without merit
      or even a story)
      starring his pubescent daughter
      Placebia Majora
      (You can now purchase
      a sexbot replica of her
      lovingly made in China
      To avoid disappointment
      be sure to place your order
      in time for Christmas)
      The show is a big success
      and a real money spinner
      Maximus now wears a dress
      He even shares make-up
      and boyfriends
      with his daughter
      There’s nothing original
      under the Sun
      when it comes to
      a Placebo Town carnival
      of the carnal
      and what passes for fun

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  28. the elders face down on the floor
    singing a hymn of thanksgiving
    God invisible
    Jesus in the colors of completion
    —–meanwhile in Placebo Town
    reality is coated in corrupt glitter
    mothers teaching their children
    to move fast in a quiet mode
    young ones on the path
    paranoid of vile slang

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    1. The Placebo Town motto
      “If you pay your bill, you
      may keep what you kill.”
      It is the code
      that all the town’s folk
      endeavour to live up to
      If you’re all mixed up
      and lost in a fuddle
      just take another pill
      Mother’s Little Helper ®
      has proven most popular
      There’s never an excuse
      for being caught
      in an existential muddle
      It’s not good for business
      and is diagnosed by most
      as a sign of rebelliousness
      To be frowned upon
      by the citizens
      of Placebo Town
      can only spell trouble
      Always remember
      and don’t be forgetting
      they keep what they kill
      if you fail to pay the bill
      Look what happened
      to Martin Luther King
      … The Junior

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      1. Brutus was the hit man
        sent to dispatch
        that spinach eating Popeye.
        He was becoming far too popular
        with tattooed vegans
        and seafaring vagabonds.
        Not to mention
        the always passionate Olive Oyl
        whom Brutus longed to abuse
        and use as a lubricant.

        “Et tu, Brutus?!”
        Popeye was heard to cry.
        As Brutus crept into his cabin.
        “I expected someone like you.
        Are you an assassin?”

        “I’m a sailor with a dagger.”,
        came Brutus’ mocking reply,
        “Who were you expecting
        . . . Mick Jagger?!”

        “You’re neither.
        You’re an errand boy,
        sent by grocery clerks,
        to collect a bill.”,
        Popeye spat back
        as he reached for
        his very last tin of spinach.

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  29. the elders face down on the floor
    singing a hymn of thanksgiving
    God invisible
    Jesus in the colors of completion
    —–meanwhile in Placebo Town
    reality is coated in corrupt glitter
    mothers teaching their children
    to move fast in a quiet mode
    young ones on the path
    paranoid of vile slang

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  30. tattooed vegans
    bedroom walls covered with posters of Popeye
    the love of Popeye is not defined by distinctions
    between right and wrong
    but between experience
    and inexperience
    Popeye from an unknown womb
    a violent upbringing, experiential
    cabin boy to cruel sadistic bastards
    deckhand with men known to rape farm animals
    and somehow Popeye survived and now loved as a folk hero
    vegans have a warm spot in their hearts for a spinach eater

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    1. I have seen the future
      and it is spinach
      The lost Kingdom of Compost
      is hidden way down
      a deep wooded forest
      along that road taken
      by Robert Frost
      at great personal cost
      Those dark woods are no good
      for them without nautical skills
      who don’t keep their promises
      and don’t pay their bills
      For all those brave souls
      who sail upon the sea
      spinach is the answer
      Spinach will set you free
      The Gardener of all creation
      holds the supernatural key

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  31. tonight was “Popeye Night”
    at the truck stop
    I won $50
    and the title “Mister Trivia”
    I recalled Olive Oyl’s boyfriend
    before Popeye (Ham Gravy)
    and her brother (Castor Oyl)
    gypsies and outlaws
    begging for bouts of hit and run
    the unthinkable seemed so pleasurable
    adults playing you-or-me with strangers
    (@) the lights were turned off to prevent shock

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    1. Enuff to make
      your trucking eyes pop
      A Chicken Parmigiana
      of Pirated Pleasure
      at the Red Light at Night
      Placebo Town truck stop
      Where from dusk till dawn
      you can always
      get what you want
      Olive Oyl’s rarely heard
      safety word is
      “Hamburger … with the lot!”

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  32. me thinks that Olive Oyl
    is a twig long washed
    downstream
    the Robert Frost path
    behind the truck stop
    knee deep with popper skins
    and cottage cheese caked condoms
    they say that Robert still waddles the path
    theological thoughts and mathematical farts

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  33. mindless optimism
    sailors in rowboats
    tins of spinach
    organic
    I tried to talk to Popeye
    but he was in a foggy state
    I swear that he smelled like a cartoon
    Popeye had pockets full of idle promises
    front row tickets for the destruction of Sodom
    ———————-poets perched over hot lava
    the Torah under the short table leg
    the further one removes religion
    the closer it seems to become

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    1. Popeye took
      a part time job
      as a security guard
      at the Happiness Museum
      It’s that building surrounded
      by razor wire
      in the centre of Placebo Town
      Many believe it was built
      on the ashes of Sodom
      There’s a sign saying
      “All Are Welcome”
      but the entrance is well hidden
      Much to his irritation
      Popeye soon became
      the main attraction
      since smoking a pipe
      had long been banned
      from all social engineering
      politically correct animation
      Feeling like a circus geek
      he quit the gig
      saying,
      “I am not an animal!
      I’m Popeye the sailor man.”

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  34. along that road taken by Robert Frost
    at great personal cost
    endless insomnia
    low count stools
    the librarian stated
    “Cain continues to kill Abel”
    huge piles of dead men for the compost
    the vulgarity of death puts food on the table
    I asked the clerk at the bank
    “Don’t you ever wash your hands ?”
    traces of the Sabbath under her nails
    later I saw her standing behind a truck
    selling shiny modern electrical appliances
    I wanted to ask if there was a sucking machine
    that could give my wife a rest and me a cheerful blast

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    1. Ishmael
      ever thankful
      for surviving the desert
      Yet he attempts
      to rewrite
      the books of Moses
      Tempting a wicked fate
      as he follows
      a false prophet
      A curse in the works
      Remnants
      descendants
      and Jihadi cut-throats
      ever coveting
      their neighbour’s assets
      The lies and Propaganda
      of a tribal agenda
      Hagar
      the self-service
      surrogate mother
      got Ishmael just so far
      through the wilderness
      A grand feat of survival
      But now he treats women
      like burdensome chattel
      He disrespects his mother
      and enslaves his daughter
      Lies and Propaganda
      from a minbar of corruption
      He kills to protect
      his destitute honour
      always in dispute
      Like Cain
      did to Abel
      Ishmael
      despises his half brother
      Isaac
      son of Abraham
      and Sarah
      A family dysfunctional
      A squabble tribal
      Lies and Propaganda
      leaving a trail of despair
      When it’s eye for an eye
      all must surely die
      Ishmael
      has no love to spare
      for his cousin
      Israel
      Lies and Propaganda
      as the plot gets thicker
      Lot
      best get
      his virgin daughters
      well away from there
      Yet sooner or later
      all Philistines
      will bend the knee
      and surrender
      Just like Delilah
      when Sampson
      wedded and bedded her
      But till then
      Sampson had better
      sleep with one eye open
      No matter how many
      treaties you sign . . .
      Lies and Propaganda
      till the King’s return
      Only then
      will true peace reign
      All heart’s and minds
      in tune
      with a loving Creator
      There is truth
      and there is a Saviour

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