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 
on a hot night the cool water
sucks away the awareness of flesh
dictionary definitions slowly sink down
the emotional-realistic aspect of things
the pinto beans, fried potatoes, cornbread
what remains for posterity, what fails to catch
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I was talking about skinny neck/no brain
defining objects:
>blowing out birthday candles
>stealing valentines from others
>the pressure of each new poem
departures from the ordinary
personal boundaries
gender smegma
cheese curds
boy/girl
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spending more and more time
watching my backside
brother and sister
mirrors
the management of Michaels
Mrs. valued for her body
and adornments
friction/suction
amusement
——————-0——————-
DEPTHS FAR MORE VALUABLE THAN HER SURFACE
one would think cotton balls and electrical wires
but no
like inflated Noah
there was an entire zoo
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sow with the groin
wake up to its absence
got to piss but no spout
the loving voice turned silent
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think about ETERNAL JUSTICE
will you arrive alone ?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>your personal suitcase left behind
the sorrowful mysteries of Golgotha
surround you in every direction
you walk in gravity
without body
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NATURE
the ultimate reality
oversimplification perhaps
beggar apes groom all day
green turns to journey south
where water unites within itself
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complete within itself
truth is simple
creation a kaleidoscope
exponential by nature
and endlessly ample
reality is a prism
for some a prison
for some a revelation
consciousness
as waves of light
in darkness shining
passing through the spectrum
all things existing
the good and the bad
within a circular motion
spiraling sublime
seeking the straight line
throughout space and time
that burning desire
for holy perfection
call it Nirvana
call it Heaven
or Paradise
birth and death
a blessing and a curse
a process of great purpose
in need of salvation
from a graceless existence
given a living example
the simple truth
in the person of Jesus Christ
having once met
the man himself
in a sacred place
where the universe unites
complete within itself
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as a spokesman for ghosts
what can I say ?
S-O-R-R-Y
the living
rude
extremely rude
to negro ghosts
———0———
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pale white citizens
dribble away
too obscure
too oblique
they defy
grasp
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the wallowing and oinks
of the pale white folks
———0———
through a throttling dark
milk-glass droplets
start the motors
———0———
a wad of semen through the throttling dark
images and figures from nature
escape definition
———0———
one idiot tries to sing his troubles away
another to dance them out of existence
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facing away from the tree
punished for the truth
hostile weeds
“go away”
—————————-poets chasing fugitive emotions
a snap of the fingers
distinguishes the Beat
working outwards, associations
as if in a monkey dust sequence
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the throttling dark that guards the Tree
facing away, believe-you-me
a weed among weeds
MultipleMichael
a weed among weeds
recently at the hospital
a concerned doctor advised me
that I was full of people, a Multiple
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>interplay, THC and fancy pants
working outward, words become definitions
on drugs one can go above and beyond
subconscious associations
active poetic ecstasy
daily torment
(+) poetic gift/poetic task inside an award winning scrotum
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WITH ONLY ONE GALLON OF GAS IN THE CAR
we had to stop
so, the boy could finger a crack in the sidewalk
he was forming metaphors for the future
his scrotum anchoring him to earth
his genital geography
(+) not a single day without being monitored
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A JOURNEY WITH PIT STOPS
along the way 🛑
to take in the scenery 👁️🔆👁️
Harry Potter’s wand 🪄
a pound of magic flesh 🧬
fully extended and on display
with that spray of life 💦
receiving in the giving
for all it’s worth
like a lightning rod ⚡
between heaven and earth ♾️🌈🌍
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+(+)+ BEFOREHAND REVENGE +(+)+
a love life bent on beforehand revenge
black eyes, bruises and broken bones
———0———
———0———
wounds that never heal
communication at fault
the lack of
the rate of exchange
the quality of expression
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———wanted———
words more amenable to human purposes
…………………………………………………………………………..
beware:
blacksmiths willing to reattach
your limbs, your face
maladaptive beliefs
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with instructions to face away from the tree
family members left behind as pillars
wind and tongue erosion
triggers the imagination
———0———
almost every day
I am reminded
of the cloth
dipped
in vinegar
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Adam spent his minutes in Eden
trying to name a nameless
female creature
her hacked-off part
begging to swallow his
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‘Penis Consciousness …
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sometimes I visit the whispering rock
other times I am forced there
a prisoner of the truth
separation
the bus stop of love
my heart inside their heart
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late at night
one can hear
the screams of
critical analysis
the creative spirit
is never safe in the jungle
POETRY (catch and kill)
everyone wanted flowering prose
but life was full of filthy terrier teeth
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late into the night
an ongoing autopsy
with no anesthesia
to ease the screams
in-between strange dreams
of abattoir erotica
written on the naked faces
of the perpetually guilty
filleted opinions
and cassoulet intestines
whispered words
the crafty scalpel
with fresh cuts
of primal dispositions
prepared so lovingly
tender the carnality
flesh in an exhibition
with the offal of humanity
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the natural order of things
sodomizes the ordered world
unthinkable savagery
communion with a source
by plugging that source
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
real men outside the wafer and wine sip
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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American-raised, self-punishing
sex and drugs, jet powered cars
no secret, my love was available
shaped and mastered by language
nothing platonic in a hard rock world
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animals in fancy pants
victims of the conduct books
beasts with disciplined imaginations
what will we say when God asks questions ?
perfectly good children with no sense of duty
normalcy or gendered normalcy ?
daily residue/coffin dust
no sleep in death
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my cremation soot
is a three-piece pinstriped suit
as from birth
best to come and go barefoot
so absolutely no dust
from a dirty boot
I now keep the lot
under my bed
in a chamber pot
every now and then
I pull it out just to take a look
It’s okay since I’m already dead
and unlikely to sook ☠️
having hunted wild cooter
in the jungles
of the Belgian Congo
having felt the untamed wrath
of a jealous
and unquenchable placebo
only to arrive
rather dangerously
yet fully criminally sane
and still kicking
upon the autopsy table
here at subterranean ground zero
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a period of deterioration
gendered obedience
brothers and sisters
in a circle around
a single word
D-E-A-T-H
from a shriveled womb, a history book page
……………………………………………………………………………..
hoof stepping embalmers
we were told not to look
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hoof stepping embalmers
wrapped in silk
flesh edged in
a solid crust
my brothers and sisters
pulled from a shriveled womb
the place where sperm and eggs
made commerce, flames and stoker
love lodging, a ring finger arrangement
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we are but
the scattered seed
of Spaceship Erectus Ejectus
released upon the winds
of a solar storm
striving to return
through womb and tomb
to Star Base Scrotum
where the victorious
escape a dystopian doom
and are granted the choice
to take up a glorified position
within the Swinging Binary
upon the left
where it is all gothic
sinister and dark
or on the right
where it is all goodness and light
the choice is elementary
as such freedom is illusionary
since the parameters were set
some way back before eternity
and the Garden of Eden
was hidden out of human sight
behind the curtain of infinity
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I wasn’t peeking through the keyhole
I was sniffing how fresh the fruit
the weight of the tubers
the untouched
hairy patch
my guilt you may ask, “there is only one source of guilt”
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given a choice:
watching the genital rooting of young adults
or
watching selfish self-seekers commit mayhem
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the young and the footloose
with a mysterious itch to scratch
(for the more you scratch
the more reckless the itch!)
as I and my imagination sit back
listening attentively
to the pleading of the flesh
Linda’s hand upon the lever
with oxytocin levels rising
whispering … “May God Bless!”
seeking the organic kind of peace
only a burst of serotonin can release
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to those unwilling or unable to make intellectual and imaginative effort
the entire population including library lesbians and myself
——————–COUNTERFEIT CHRISTIANS——————–
the entire population including myself and poets at the truck stop
to those unwilling or unable to make intellectual and imaginative effort
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purity and delicate beauty
we pray away
the shadow of rain
the dark waters before birth
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>they say that Noah watered the darkness
Noah inflated as a man
deflated as a watermaid
female dazzle on display
sex was made, intercourse
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so much to bear
with so little to spare
a mere beginner
a total amateur
in the hands of a sinner
who else would ever dare
only the devil’s daughter
by the name of Lolita
I was fair game
when it came
to her Insatiable hunger
just a lamb to the slaughter
left broken and lame
and in need of a good lawyer
since she kept my DNA 🧬
to put me in the frame
of some Epsteinian saga
all that’s left to say is …
“I’m innocent, your Honour🙏
Anyway, she’s almost eighteen
with a magnificent vagina!” 😎
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undercover Troy was in town
purchasing something south of Lake Park
had an extra H-D, asked if I wanted to ride
a sweetheart Road Glide from the CVO lineup
(+) hum and vibrate, manhandle your prostrate
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the texture of reality, the theme of pain
Troy had an electrode in his brain
violence, the sort inflicted
on cartoon characters
I said nothing
I was the guy
with long
hair
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poetry with interspersed references
the goodness starved and burned out
I just wanted a motorcycle between my legs
I saw nothing, I said nothing, just hair generous
(+) Troy, never to tame or even understand
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I straddle the motorcycle
WEIGHTLESS QUIET
pure weightless quiet
has nothing to do with noise
the erosions of life, where have they gone ?
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for a country mile
I was the guy with long hair
and a motorcycle
between my legs
in black leather style
having survived my apprenticeship
by the skin of my balls
the careless small penises
in ridiculously big cars
the poetry readings
at interstate truck stops
the fist fights in dance halls
my two wheeled comrades
have all fallen by the wayside
or answered a higher call
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the central moment
the high point of awareness
power and violence no longer timebound
might without mercy, Baby, privilege without price
this Michael, that Michael, caught up in animal consciousness
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love shrivels sinew and chars bone
the violence hidden in affection
I say no to captivity
Hello Battle
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sometimes forced to dismantle
to the point of jelly
past thoughts
ghosts
(+) Robert Frost asked how does one kill a ghost ?
heroic feats
perhaps
a sip from the river
where angels dump Holy waste
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stomach cancer riding a horse
a torture chamber below the heart
John Wayne in a Robert Frost poem
it wasn’t the booze or the cigarettes
it was the radioactive dust
+( Geiger counter up the butt )+
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being told
to experience
what a woman feels
vulgar, the pilgrimage site
wailings and weeping
once commenced
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might without mercy
might without mercy
barely had time to stand erect
before I was being challenged
PRIVILEGE WITHOUT PRICE
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the interior world
where one finds the truck stops, the library basements
metaphors: locations for the artist’s battle with himself
cancer drills tiny holes in the bones
love snaps the backbone
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Yoko Ono displaying her egg sacks
…………………………………………………………
having locked the bathroom door
she let anguish push them out
…………………………………………………………..
John Lennon (a flagpole)
planted in her heart
no longer Yoko Ono
she was everything
that he was not
————(2024)————
darkening and hollow
total erosion
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Yoko in Purgatory
family members hungry
when will the hibernating corpse go ?
(predatory derangement in the DNA)
a tiny wad of feminine frailty
that no man can lift
BONELESS, SKINLESS
VOID OF TENDERNESS
they unleash their sadistic violence
swearing that it was you that pulled the trigger
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an underworld existence
purchased with Beatle money
John milked her
was it love
or
something
more sinister ?
—————————
—————————
Yoko was subject to the rigors
of puritanical rationalism
the stench of old blood
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with all that wealth, that fame
this is your death
this is your death
this is your death
THE CONFLICT OF YOKO ONO RESOLVED
Yoko, isolated and embattled
tangled up in the opposite direction
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just a jealous guy
banged some other girl
at a party with Yoko nearby
the walrus then paid the price
when YOKO said ONO
and out you go
but in the long run
their love was strong
and the whole sordid affair
inspired a splendid song
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(+) evolutionary error
all that equipment
available talent
Yoko opened
her mouth
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John Lennon’s mother
a victim of life
a road victim in death
John Lennon’s search
for an uber-mother
was finally over
when Yoko Ono
opened her mouth
releasing a screech
that made a victim
of anyone listening
in New York they know her
as the unspeakable horror
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the exterior of Yoko visible
say hello, take photographs
“DO NOT display your hunger”
Yoko in isolation
her plural self
expired fruit
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800 million tons of prohibitive advice
the entire world at her door
THOU SHALL NOT
YOKO DEAR
the constant revival of suppression
————each song a song of woe————
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temptation
suppression
spices in various guises
desperation eating at the core
8 billion times prohibited vices
fail to silence the hungry voices
love shoved through a back door
DO THIS
BUT DON’T DO THAT
and still those desperate voices
are never silenced
forever demanding more
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the white ape said,
“You replace Sorrow with Grace”
(+) spirits become angry when words
are introduced into the sound of nature
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John with his request
a release from the pain of living
Yoko with her cyclical movement
she may end it all, the madness
she may end it all, the chaos
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the Devil wearing white
the Devil inside me
ape in a world
a planet full of negative vibes
excuse me if my development point
seems confusing to you, possibly lowbrow
………………………………………………………a series of deaths and rebirths
………………………………………………………John leaping out the window
………………………………………………………his insides in the kitchen sink
sometimes at night I can hear blind fish deep in a cave stream
…………………………………………………….blind fish……………………………………….
first, you correct your inner self and then you bully others
you dominate with all your force
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even in death
my friend John
would regularly say
“Asian wife … happy life!”
I could only reply
I’m so sorry John
but in the long run
you could not be more wrong
with that Yoko Ono
grasping for hollow celebrity
and borrowed wealth
“Asian wife … happy death!”
that unspeakable horror
will stifle your last gasp
and steal your last breath
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