The Tower of Song

20160727_181141-01-01-01-221218617.jpeg

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

20170807_141022_hdr-02-02-01-02-01-01-01-01-01-01-01478595215.jpeg

1,313 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

    1. In the library
      the Christmas decorations
      were silent
      as the head librarian
      explained to me
      how every poet
      is a sweet spirit
      needing to be punished
      … more or less
      She was hungry for my poetry
      Something new
      and unpublished
      The Christmas decorations
      hanging from the ceiling
      had all melted onto the floor
      by the time we’d finished
      Below a No Smoking sign
      she handed me a lit cigarette
      and whispered,
      “You’re no Jack Kerouac.
      That may be a good thing, as I’ll
      let you off with just a spanking.
      Less is more, so be careful
      what you wish for.”
      As I walked out the library door
      into the streets of Placebo Town
      I could hear the sound
      of books weeping and screaming.
      The head librarian
      had fallen asleep
      and had started to dream.

      Like

    1. The gutters of Placebo Town
      are crawling with Johns
      The Christmas tree
      in the town square glitters
      with their frozen jism
      as mermaids dive
      stagnant ponds for coins
      A drunken sailor
      on the street corner sings
      … “So this is Christmas
      and who have you done?”
      Death is being torn
      from the placenta
      of Placebo Town
      as life struggles to be born
      No satisfaction to be found
      by the riders of the storm

      Like

  1. boy scouts collected the jism
    for the town square glitter
    only in a Robert Frost poem
    do leaves collect in rain gutters
    the gutters of Placebo Town
    overflow with Johns
    long-in-the-tooth mermaids
    wade the make-a-wish fountains
    at the Dollar Store Mall for coins
    sailors drink and drink
    pissing themselves in the streets
    dirty birds dressed in white
    sing a little ditty
    “Christmas, Christmas, who have you done ?”
    Death, the sexless child of Sin and Evil
    no baby bottle or breast
    Stairway to Heaven
    stitched on its heart

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Doris Day lyrics
      and orchestral hysterics
      reverberating down below.
      Placebo Town heretics
      manoeuvring the cello
      between Lady Liberty’s legs
      as she makes her last stand
      with nowhere else to go.
      Under the table
      the ghost of Clark Gable
      is blowing candles in the wind.
      Marilyn, ever handy,
      gave old Clark a stroke.
      But frankly,
      I don’t give a damn.
      All I know
      is that Marilyn Monroe
      was the ultimate
      Placebo Town showgirl
      with her mermaid assets
      that could only have come
      from the Imaginarium
      of Doctor Parnasssus.

      Like

  2. the doctors said that it was a protective shield of denial
    Americans starving religion out of themselves
    people across the way
    with their ancestors
    tied in the tops
    of leafless
    trees
    they
    understand
    and display their understanding
    that grief should be unearthed and visible
    that children should poke it with sticks and laugh
    perhaps scrawling with big crayons, sunken eyes, toothless grins

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Nations curled up in the fetal position
      entangled in an umbilical cord of
      trickle-down lies and
      feudal economics
      I hid myself amongst the Sisterhood
      of the Cashless Happy Anarchist
      as the Last Post sounded
      for the millions lost in
      a global pandemic
      Blind reactions amongst the relics
      of Placebo Town had come
      at such a great cost
      Freedom of choice
      was now a thing
      of the past
      The Sisterhood finally decided that
      it was time for some satisfaction
      so I volunteered for the mission
      as Sister Superior called out,
      “Who’s next to be blessed?”
      I survived the action
      . . . but only just

      Like

  3. exterior visuals were of no interest
    subjects were asked
    to make adjustments
    wash-down after wash-down
    wrestling with the birth mud
    man-man mud
    father holding his son
    a dress rehearsal for impersonality
    reality ascending, reality descending
    repetitive activities, words spoken
    flying space craft, flying saucer craft

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Mrs. says
    “all things
    are required
    reward is optional”
    a good husband hammer
    drives the nail straight and deep
    super quiet
    Caucasian sex
    a regular rhythm
    disappearing and reappearing
    tighter and tighter the swallowing

    Liked by 1 person

    1. “Your reward
      is in heaven 🙏
      Meanwhile,
      give me a smile
      and keep on
      hammering the hell
      out of everything
      down below ⬇️
      The children
      are always hungry
      with no shoes
      on their feet 👣
      nothing to eat 🍔🍟
      and nowhere to go.”

      ~ Her Indoors

      Like

  5. the Rabbi says, “hobbies are replaced with employment up above”
    X X X
    perceptual dislocation
    nudity promoted as a draw to the club
    no matter how many layers are removed
    depictions of true nudity come devilishly close
    yes, depictions are often cardboard depictions
    management is understandably reluctant
    to acknowledge or offer refunds

    Like

    1. That rascally Rabbi found me
      at the Scuzzy Bar drinking gin
      He accused me of stealing
      from the collection tray … Tell me,
      how else was I supposed to get in?
      Is being a thief now a crime?
      The Rabbi then joined me at the bar
      and ordered another round
      Just two scuzz balls covered in sin
      killing time in Placebo Town

      Like

    1. The Placebo Hilton
      has glass floors
      and ceilings
      If you turn on
      the speaker system
      you can hear
      yourself thinking
      A coin in the slot
      and the noise will stop
      but the tap
      keeps on dripping
      Best not fight it
      and go with the flow
      “Crimson and clover
      Over and over . . . ”
      For a small tip
      the night porter
      will take the bars
      off the window
      then go and greet you
      … way down below

      Like

  6. imagine riding a creature from the Bible
    headless horses and demons with horns
    uncaged humans for Christ
    the list was passed to me
    and I didn’t sign
    I gave my word
    spent my life
    trying
    to
    overcome
    the downward drift
    the laboring for disintegration

    Liked by 1 person

  7. (fruitful collaboration)
    baby raised with elders (+) baby at a fast pace
    read and write and wrestle with numbers
    make automobiles stand up and scream
    independent with unlimited funds
    friends with open needs
    wrongheaded sex
    then drugs won
    night porter
    world

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Being a rich man’s son
      is a heavy burden.
      Fortunately for me,
      in the final distribution
      I got none
      after becoming
      a comfortably numb
      refugee among
      the Little Sisters
      of the Rising Sun.
      My deals were the purest
      and much cheaper than
      the night porter’s.
      Naturopathic medicine
      should never be trodden upon,
      and cheap chemicals
      are strictly for street children.
      You must always
      keep your receipts
      at the Placebo Hilton,
      as friends with fiscal deficits,
      fringe benefits, and
      irresistible hormonal needs,
      are all tax deductible.
      As Mister Jagger once said
      . . . Let it bleed.
      Now,
      things are more than even
      . . . as I’m far richer
      than my father ever was,
      on Earth as it is in Heaven.

      Like

  8. Tommy James and the Shondells
    outside singing “Crimson and Clover”
    nuggets of wisdom floating down the river
    witty remarks and wisecracks tangled up and visible
    locals would try to wash away their psychological problems
    often finding it a mistake to expose their baggage to the public
    other-worldly conversations
    space ship comings and goings
    tightening exercises for buttocks

    Liked by 1 person

    1. The hysterical bride
      in the penny arcade
      Screaming she moans,
      “I’ve just been made.”
      Then sends out for the doctor,
      who pulls down the shade
      And says, “My advice is
      to not let the boys in.”
      Now, the medicine man comes
      and he shuffles inside
      He walks with a swagger
      and he says to the bride,
      “Stop all this weeping,
      swallow your pride
      You will not die,
      it’s not poison.”

      ~ Bob Dylan

      Like

    1. 300 Nigerian schoolgirls kidnapped
      . . . but thank goodness Lady Gaga
      got her 3 french bulldogs back.
      As a repercussion, I was ejected
      from the League of Aryan Women.
      Those Nazi britches accused me of
      collaboration, but I was nowhere
      near Lady Gaga’s doghouse at the
      time, and I don’t have a gun.
      The Rabbi tried to console me by
      saying that an eye for an eye is the
      best eyewitness when it comes to
      blind justice. I saw the light, and
      gave up my highly successful life
      of crime. The one thing that rascally
      Rabbi didn’t tell me . . . when will
      sweet vengeance is mine?

      Like

  9. the Rabbi had a weird sense of humor
    he would chuckle at
    “all Welcome to Eden signs
    have been taken down”
    ———————-
    ———————-
    years later the shadows of angels
    continue to be visible
    autumnal fire on postcards
    proof of the passage of time

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Maxfield Parrish once took us
      for a fun outing to the shadow
      grounds of Eden. The minefields
      had all been cleared so it was
      quite safe to run around. Anyway,
      I’m certain angels were watching.
      It was a sunny Saturday, and the
      Rabbi had to stay at the Placebo
      Town synagogue, so we took the
      opportunity to drink some grog,
      and smoke cigarettes.
      All of us children then went fishing.
      A few of us, having drunk too much,
      even fell into the river.
      Mister Parrish just smiled, saying,
      “No wonder all I can do is paint the
      Garden of Eden. There’s no going
      back with such bad behaviour.”
      I went for a swim, as he got the
      girls to do some modelling.

      Like

  10. I was deep in artificial sleep when
    they started shaving off the bottoms
    of my feet, yes, shaving off the bottoms
    I signed a piece of paper stating that I understood
    the dangers involved with my procedure
    thinking that they would know
    WHEN TO STOP

    Liked by 1 person

    1. there’s just

      no accounting

      for the digital sheep

      in an artificial sleep

      all caught up in

      the running of the bulls

      on a superficial Wall Street

      dreaming the good life

      a ship of fools

      sinking deep

      in the darkness of night

      but to dream

      you must still be asleep

      Arise, and Christ

      will give you light

      your soul to keep

      Like

  11. I recall the difficult times
    as a child in Sunday School
    my friend the Rabbi had taught me
    many things, to question everything
    to find humor in difficult subject matter
    I was knee deep in anything Adam and Eve
    in Sunday School they were our parents
    minus the Reader’s Digest apple & sin
    minus the serpent with his advice
    (+) potty trained as adults

    Liked by 1 person

    1. The Rabbi once told me that it is better
      to live on the roof than share the house
      with a nagging wife. I then asked him
      why he was hanging on to the chimney,
      to which he replied, “Such is Life!”
      The rascally Rabbi is a master of comedy.

      Like

  12. Maxfield Parrish left Placebo Town in 1966
    he was a whimsical sort of fellow
    noted for mythological scenes
    hippies loved his paintings
    Judeo-Christian perfect
    a snapshot of Heaven
    the day-glow colors
    were a violation
    of Robert Frost

    Like

    1. Fleeing a town
      called Placebo
      I blew into the Windy City
      on my Harley
      having taken route 66
      all the way
      from New Mexico
      It was just after 3:30
      in the morning
      and that Motown sound
      was thick in the air
      People dancing in the street
      to Martha and the Vandellas
      The Temptations
      and The Supremes
      all Marvin Gaye
      with slick down afro hair

      (Why those two English white boys,
      Mick Jagger and David Bowie, did that
      cover version is beyond despair.
      It just didn’t have that Motown feeling.
      What’s more, it was embarrassing!
      Placebotown Records has much to
      answer for.)

      Like

  13. the non-physical aspects of physical objects
    event night at the library
    thoughts and feelings float
    through the building
    in a regular rhythm
    accumulating at the feet
    of the librarian
    structures of words
    closely similar
    some the size
    of an automobile
    event night
    is a party of returns
    and repetitions
    life passing before us
    life as litter behind us
    people beg to be rounded-off
    but judgment is sharp edged
    JUDGMENT cuts the excess skin off your penis

    Liked by 1 person

    1. The first cut
      is the deepest
      with nowhere to hide
      Uncircumcised barbarians
      and promiscuous librarians
      are all good for big business
      Yet life is a frantic bris
      suspended in the ceremonies
      of tribal pride
      Inanimate objects kept alive
      with hallucinogenics
      and formaldehyde
      The blockbuster autopsy
      to be aired on Netflix
      an open and shut case
      of foreskin genocide

      Like

  14. event night at the library
    told to say something
    never said before
    speak as if “almost a voice”
    listen as if “you’re late and chasing yourself”
    post-coital poetry
    speak or listen ?
    separate lives sharing sweat
    no time for discovery
    the scars on his dong
    the colors of her flaps
    the circus comes and goes
    event night
    the significant acts
    lined up ready to pop

    Liked by 1 person

    1. foreplay poetry
      with the total of my sum
      is all the Head Librarian
      ever asks of me
      as it stirs her into action
      in the getting of satisfaction
      demanding that miracle to come

      Like

    1. Ayatollah Abbas Tabrizian
      (well known as an enthusiastic flu
      jabber of the Arabian night scene)
      says that the Covid-19 vaccine will
      make you gay.
      The rascally Rabbi says that’s right,
      as catching Corona is no fun, so be
      a chum and get some gay time
      vaccination done.

      Like

  15. language at the event was metaphorical
    the exact nature of reality
    was lost in a heavy fog
    beyond sensitive humans
    seeking friendship
    or trying to describe
    human predicaments
    (+) the differences of gender overpowered
    by the differences between book readers
    and television viewers

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I once returned a borrowed book
      to the Placebo Town Library
      (The Dharma Bums,
      by Jack Kerouac, to be exact.)
      with the pages all folded back
      and the spine badly broken
      The Head Librarian just glared at me
      saying that the last person to fold
      back her pages was Bob Dylan
      Since at the time
      he didn’t have a single dime
      to pay her fine
      Bob bravely accepted his punishment
      as she worked on his spine
      He was lucky to have survived
      her equipment secreted down in
      the Placebo Town Library basement
      Yet he never complained . . . much
      to her profound disappointment
      The Head Librarian then enquired
      was I prepared to take my medicine
      like a man
      as it would require
      much literary discipline
      I politely requested that
      I’d be allowed take it
      like a freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
      as the grinder in her basement
      miraculously switched itself on

      “Well, I got a woman,
      five feet short,
      she yells, and hollers,
      and screams, and snorts.
      She tickles my nose,
      pats me on the head,
      rolls me over,
      and kicks me out of bed
      She’s a man-eater,
      meat-grinder, bad loser.”

      ~ Bob Dylan

      Like

  16. it seems that most engines in Placebo Town
    are driven by pharmaceutical fuel
    groups of young people
    with ladders reaching
    music becomes
    a salary
    young people with taller ladders even more urgent
    constant threats from above and below
    it is not enough that one succeeds
    others must fail, fall to Placebo

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s