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
David Redpath 
:::::::::::::::for the people who research drug use in my poetry
I JUST TOOK THE LOVE PILL: 4/27/2024
how love is distributed:
the wife performs for cash
my night porter steals what he wants
the wife is disease free and tight-lipped
my night porter is my heart pounding
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whatever gets you through the night
the wife is my love pill
even when the thrill has gone
through a hole in the night
I’ve had my fill
of silly young girls
all skinny and tight
even my doctor
tried turning me back into a junkie
but no need for a lawyer
as I know it was out of love
that he tried his best to kill me
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telling the truth
where others have spoken mere fiction
triumph of the human species, the female ape
individuals of the same sex prod one another
detached from domestic life, Eden proud
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religion that drowns in sexual purity
crazy ass apes
violence
music
forcible penetration
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self-enclosed poetry
hiding in the woods
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caught in the middle
of a coronal mass ejection
infinity glanced
through the eye of a needle
amid the turmoil
of a solar reversal of polarity
the cosmic radiation
not to mention the sunspots
just about killed me
a lone visitor from Io
the tortured moon of Jupiter
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guilty eyes—cases of horrid romancing the moons of Jupiter
extreme hot and cold————–naked red and white
who grants authority to author such erotic matter ?
attempts to seize pleasure
unable to penetrate
endlessly prying
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leave granted
at the high altar of creation
to an apprentice shaman
on a fool’s errand
after receiving
the sacrament of self destruction
just another Johnny-come-lately
mixing up the medicine
in Heath Ledger’s apartment
just another fool
amongst the losers and posers
floating face down
in Brian Jones’s swimming pool
there’s plenty more to be found
hanging upside down
in the basements of Placebo Town
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birthday wish: female with instruction book
as a woman, open to assault
oxygen handed out
with voyeurism
surveillance
employment or hobby ?
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crazy guy on a bicycle with a flat tire
says, “Poetry is never written with ideas
Poetry is written with symbols”
browse through enough libraries
and every day becomes your birthday
introduce yourself to strangers
inform them that it is your birthday
you may win the lottery
365 birthdays
how many wishes ?
deep inside you’re still a boy
but when it comes time to blow out those candles
YOU’RE A MAN, you will exhaust those flames
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the dazed victim of a hit and run says,
“Poetry is occasionally delivered upon
the wings of angels. But more often than
not, poetry is processed through filters,
like the blood of a diabetic on dialysis.”
Poetics and Didactics
blindfolded arrogance and prejudice
blowing out truth’s candles
with a dialectic spell
spoken with a breath of death
upon the esoteric wings of hell’s fallen angels
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(+) fruit trees (+) fruit trees smuggled from Eden
start weeping at the sound of the BEATLES
on hands and knees, Paul and John
what difference
could it make
to the truth ?
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an orchard of fruit trees and Lennon
weeping at the sight of Paul
a 1000 thank-you notes
Paul in all his glory
Ding-Dong Boy
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A RAILROAD TRACK THROUGH THE LIVING ROOM
but it never upset mother
so little blood
the hospital sent her home
to die in peace among her loving family
at one time she was white, then a gray shadow
a hundred and five engagement rings
names cropped up, lid lifters
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with the railroad tracks inside the house
doom crawled close several times a day
Mother acknowledged her complicity
with evil, in herself and her world
her destructive nature
she was Eve
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the train loads and unloads
regardless of perverted family relationships
(+) a reality where males desire a female capable of domesticating them
(+) relatives and outside neighbors remain bestial rather than become bestial
the train loads and unloads
regardless of missing body parts
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an Orthodox Jewish Israeli man
marries a Palestinian Muslim woman
neither are willing to change religion
at night they consummate like two
combatants in the final showdown
of Armageddon
… but that’s just the way they like it
yet in the morning there’s hell to pay
whilst the neighbours just stand around
watching ✊🩸👊 👀
as who doesn’t enjoy a good fist fight?
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scientists tried to install a porchlight bright enough to cancel the darkness
gangs of men labored all day trying to remove the train tracks
but a fever-like sleep would overpower them
and the tracks would return
Oh Lord, how they returned
the moment between beginning and ending
the tree from Eden and everything that it stole
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Mother stated that the train wasn’t fully grown
it was in the process of growing
the infant Christ and his twig
(+) how many times it leaked without a single thrust
————————————0———————–
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the vitality that urged the erection
it came from the soil
pre-digested Earth
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Robert Frost offered me $50
for the ownership of the words
“the infant Christ and his twig”
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the homebound train
it delivers a sense
of our existence
to repair
to rescue
Noah begged the Lord
( meanwhile )
phosphorus damaged scientists
so close to overpowering the shade
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FROM TRUNK TO TWIGS
THE FAMILY TREE
interpenetrating realities
the tree grows deep inside
unfolding, upward from the soil
distance is everything and one day death
———0———
the representational train
that loads and unloads
in the living room
complete humans
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(+) mere existence, hardly more than that
——NOAH INFLATED——
———SWALLOWS———
words, words, words
the entire dictionary
two by two
side by side
———0———
NATURE SUPREME
pregnant
ready to burst
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I asked Albert Einstein why
I find myself making time to be
inside a prodigiously big woman
Albert Einstein replied that I must
have a thing for fat that creates
a time dilation effect with my penis
being the centre of a gravitational
erection … thank you Albert Einstein
for expounding nature supreme with
such a confounding explanation 🙏😎
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The Rhythmic Gymnastics
skinny young girls on display
playing with a phallic apparatus
tinny breasts
legs splayed
dancing upon a musical frolic
saying … “Have a good long look.
You’ll not find a tighter ass!”
next stop
The Synchronized Ice Skating
I just love watching
those Russian lesbians
in synchronised action
with much more to see
than at the underwater
synchronised swimming
it’s even better than
The Eurovision Song Contest
where the winner is invariably
a bearded man
wearing a glittering dress
Has Western Civilisation
now reached it’s apex?
I certainly hope not!
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from trunk to twigs
dick knobs and sprouting seed
———Honeymoon Hotel———
taking Father for granted
outside his DNA, by reflection only
dare say Baby Bird, there be no barrier
you announce the train, you open the doors
———0———
mother sells cheese sandwiches
sisters kiss and fondle strangers
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scientists desperately trying to install a porchlight
before darkness set in
Leonard Cohen singing about razorblades
his lovers, thrift store regulars
his floor never level
his dark glasses
scientists trusting light to protect them
having never lived in rural America
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participation
the nightlight
the fear of rape
being ripped apart
humans with our timebound weakness
terrified of the unbridgeable gap
the heartless criminal quote
“I kill where I please”
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my world where monkeys
wear pants and go to college
beauty born and locked away
darkness prefigures the assault
grimace
as scientists fail
to light the night
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Russian lesbians:
perhaps being in a small cage
and cutting the tail off a wild lion
with a butter knife
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masturbating to thoughts
of Russian lesbians
performing underwater
synchronized exercises
giant wads of pubic hair
in their crotch area
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MultipleMichael:
MISPRISIONS OF THE SELF
the entire journey to the grave, uphill
all my glory in a glass coffin for all to see
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The Fellowship of Felony
life is a journey
in the company of the guilty
earth-bound misfits
held fast in the inescapable grasp
of an uncertain eternity
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———no escape from gendering———
voyeurs of others shopping for words at the exchange
in the literary world, females are less than castrated men
written in large letters above the gate to Hell
———A BARGAIN IS A BARGAIN———+
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she’s so fine
she’s walking on sunshine
she’s sitting on a gold mine
she’s high on amphetamine
she gets by on sertraline
she’s just a teenage crime
how I wish she was mine
… all mine
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they ask you
to remove your clothing
wanting to see your edges
touching you North and South
finding humor in your mannerisms
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I waved at the Russian lesbians
their bottoms sticking out of the water
Howard Johnson’s at night, two to a bed
jokes about vibrators that one had to crank
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to the point of hysteria
night trains through the living room
every head on a pillow with a closed mouth
(- poverty is a nasty word among the poor- )
$1 to violate the sacredness of nature
less if it pops out wet brown
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honeymoon photos of your parents
painted by cartoon-based artist, Roy Lichtenstein
Mother
victim as well as perpetrator
God tried to improve humans
every single effort, a terrible failure
Nature
took command
with adaptation to environment
raucous poop tossing at the zoo
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the spirit of life itself
in a constant battle with death
the spirit of earth
terrible sounds at night
many linked together by fables
HORRENDOUS STORIES READ TO CHILDREN
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mother and father
awkwardly naked in bed
Lichtenstein taking photos
humans having nonhuman sex
although out of sight
the serpent flicking
his tongue
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The Artistic Licence
Lichtenstein taking photos
Jackson Pollock climbing
In a towering game
Of Snakes and Ladders
Licentiousness dripping
Humanity hanging
From a basement ceiling
Led Zeppelin stealing
A stairway to heaven
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