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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1,473 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

    1. I take it kinda slow
      With a whole lot of soul
      Don’t move it too fast
      Just make it last.
      You scratch just like a monkey
      Yeah ya do, real cool
      You slide it to the flow
      Of that comatose limbo
      Yeah, how low can you go
      In those space cotton socks
      Now come on baby,
      Come on baby!
      Don’t fall down on me now
      Just move it right here
      to the Thorazine Shuffle

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  1. of course, there is a movie version of your personal life
    the ghost of your inner self drives fast on country roads
    abandoned children stand naked praying for a pullover
    “prehistoric archeological finds for sale”
    just think, the perfect holiday gift

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  2. somewhere in your journey
    you passed a billboard on the highway
    THE UNDERDEVELOPMENT OF A TRUE SELF
    narcissistic beavers were busy nearby
    perhaps they were applying makeup
    thinking they were circus clowns
    bent on entertaining you
    @mutual masturbation

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  3. a woman from your past was on the highway
    trying to warn others of the danger ahead
    years of numb living, a ghost at best
    permission to have sex was one thing
    to ignite your pubic hair and sing “Dixie”
    that would require a head injury and a ring

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    1. I dream a lot,
      since the visions
      left for the coast.
      Last night I was speaking
      with a dead man
      who in life was a big shot.
      I had worked for him
      in a previous reincarnation.
      He would ride every girl
      in the office
      Iike a rampaging stallion.
      He would give me a lift home
      in his mercedes coupe
      when my bike wasn’t working.
      Peter Murphy,
      despite being the big boss
      of Yamaha Australia,
      was always very nice to me.
      He went on to be the head
      of Miele, that German company.
      I had noticed that all of a sudden
      the sales representatives
      were all young women,
      and extremely pretty.
      In fact, he told me that in life
      he had once owned a race horse.
      I hadn’t known that.
      His wife would ring
      just about every morning,
      trying to find where he was at,
      and who’s twat he was up.
      That doomed romance
      ended in divorce.
      No more final warning,
      as she took the house
      and the children.
      He died a while back,
      an unexpected heart attack.
      Working for him
      was my first real taste
      of life in the workforce.
      Thank you, Peter,
      for stopping by for a chat.
      Rest in peace.
      Your racehorse is now
      off the track.

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  4. poets defeat themselves from the start
    sex with a conservative function
    and often a defensive stand
    riding the instincts
    like a bicycle
    possibilities instead of limitations
    a worn-out bathing suit
    a mass of snarls
    and tangles
    talcum
    powder
    lips

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  5. the librarian and her habit of swallowing angry words
    she gained mass and drifted farther from romance
    family members suggested that she surrender
    to any and all men standing on their own
    she would ask herself,
    is he loving me or conquering me ?
    is he open-minded and willing to improvise ?

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  6. the phone rings late at night
    a person from the distant past
    a genderless human
    who took showers
    with their underwear on
    the fear of being seen nude
    was ever growing more painful
    opposite-sex couples pictured on calendars
    their eyes hollow no longer looking out or in

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  7. for $100 one can watch a genderless person
    urinate out their navel
    an androgynous looking Jackie Kennedy
    with a yellow stream leaking out her bellybutton
    nothing conventional
    nothing ordinary
    @the machinery gone haywire

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  8. a detective knocked on the door
    questioning the childhood roots
    of my self-image
    no matter how correct he was
    I found it difficult to accept
    it isn’t easy to match inner and outer
    to drop the label and pick up the continuum

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    1. My local barista
      Roberto Brina
      now gives every customer
      a choice between
      hemp oil and camel’s milk
      But under the counter
      he’ll make you a martini
      that’s as smooth as silk
      It’s a soporific libation
      with a poetic kick
      He calls it
      The Sensation Not Shaken
      as he only ever stirs it
      with a swizzle stick
      One more for the road
      with Roberto
      my Italian friend
      since I’ll never return
      to Cafe Placebo again

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    1. I once heard
      that herd immunity
      is a golden ticket
      to eternity
      but with a raging infection
      I wondered off
      in another direction
      In the library of Placebo Town
      there was no earthly
      cure to be found
      for that cosmic variant
      of an extraterrestrial contagion
      No vaccine
      no nothing
      as that fever kept on
      keeping on
      Now we are at one
      I have become
      the space mutation
      silently awaiting
      the incubation
      of Armageddon
      I hear the drumming
      of humanity marching
      It shall not be long

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    1. The Guardians of the Inverse
      come in all shapes and sizes
      When my Italian friend
      Roberto Brina the barista
      shouts out . . .
      “Lunga Vita Alla Differenza!”
      that’s no science fiction
      Being a true caffeine artist
      he’s into that sort of thing

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  9. at the pool hall
    one gentleman was boasting
    that his wife was constructed
    of expensive buttless planking
    all I could think, Honeymoon Splinters
    @ between outbreeding and inbreeding
    roll over, let us attain an optimum balance

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    1. At the Cathedral of Love
      a flying buttress
      rising through the cosmos
      is a glorious sight
      Splendour in stratosphere
      They are truly
      an architectural wonder
      that hold up
      the Golden Dome of Passion
      Notre Dame
      just ain’t any old dame
      She’s a hot little construction
      singed by a naughty flame
      But like the Phoenix
      she will be re-erected
      and rise again

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  10. several thugs asked the Rabbi
    why angels desired sex
    with female humans
    to discourage sex
    in heaven
    female angels
    harbor vagina dentata
    cut, bite, venom and worse
    (+) that night when the Rabbi was brushing his teeth
    he briefly thought how gullible people are
    who was he to say that there
    are no females in heaven

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    1. There’s no business
      like religious business
      The second oldest profession
      in the great state of Babylon
      and theologically speaking
      the more useless
      Give me a hookah
      doing a belly dance
      puffing Persian style
      on a nargile anytime
      All the mullahs pray for
      is to make the very best
      of the decadent West a crime

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    1. all caution gone
      in the getting of wisdom
      adventurous testosterone
      lost in the thrust of lust
      passion and estrogen
      recreation in the coming
      this existence fully blown
      in the Garden
      of Divine Loving
      all was good
      up and down
      to the very bone

      being a citizen of heaven
      Placebo Town is not my home

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  11. up and down
    to the very bone
    Good Lord Boy
    heaven is my abode
    ———————–
    ———————–
    the Rabbi revealed a secret
    that one must have a dong
    to enter the Heavenly Gate
    ———————–
    ———————–
    if physical bodies are left behind
    do spirits have gender ?
    Rabbi say, “stupid,
    all spirits are male”

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    1. That wiley Rabbi asked me,
      “What’s up, Doc?”
      He then proceeded to tell me
      a load of Sheol about how heaven
      is just a carrot for those gentiles
      “It means we can lead them
      around by the nose, and if they
      start acting crazy, we hit them
      hard with a dose of Hades.”
      That wiley Rabbi is a sheologian,
      and a real loony tune.

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  12. THEY SAY THAT YOU ARE MORE ARTICULATE WITH THE LIGHTS OUT
    the vast impersonal background of the showers
    how does language render the scene ?
    finding it difficult to paraphrase
    with the pain
    PAIN
    the main line of the narrative
    all that friction that has gone before
    (+) the poet, the reader, ready to pop

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    1. Chaos in a red dress
      the Transporter of Disorder
      once did me a favour
      as there was no moonstone
      left on the ranch
      Just tumble weed and hayseed
      My best friend
      the proud lubian
      then finished off the lesson
      Nothing sentimental
      She just liked to put things
      in place
      Since the age of penicillin
      I don’t go all old testamental
      on anyone’s suit case
      The law of order
      was for tribal protection
      somewhere in the ancient past
      Yet the wiley Rabbi
      keeps rabbiting on
      Innocence is precious
      Wisdom with a dong
      Experience is never a race
      I leave that kind of thing
      to the Night Porter
      He seems to come and go
      without leaving a trace
      as the Night Manager
      keeps on singing along

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  13. no room at the Up Above
    for a gender
    who refuses to surrender wholeheartedly
    the Lord is not made of clay
    standing in the Lake of Tears
    He does not dissolve
    loose ends on two legs running around
    themes started and not developed
    cemetery city crowded
    Placebo Town
    MultipleMichael
    legless domestic pudding
    flavored with the strengths
    of the night porter
    a beginning writer
    who throws stones
    at Robert Frost

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  14. incomprehensible drama in the Spunk Quarters of Placebo Town
    relationship expression in units of translucent globs
    now, 3 drips and extreme prostate violence
    red coals glowing in the scrotum
    friction burns on the head
    no need to fret

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  15. other husbands watch television
    educating themselves
    with adultery
    not me
    I color in no other man
    ————————late at night, I call Robert Frost
    ————————waking him from his sleep
    ————————I say, “Robert, I color in no other man”

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  16. (other husbands with their soothing foot powder and butt cream)
    fighting with an old conviction that I must behave according
    to the traditional role of wife, supreme mother
    that I remain subservient to my man
    through war, prison, disease
    that I stand on the street
    begging for coins

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  17. I’ve rendered in all my friends
    various shades of off-white
    the blood suckers
    have spit them
    out
    a family inheritance
    a Waldorf-Astoria residence
    famous poets as sexual sources
    bleached bones caked with sea salt
    licking Santayana, wildly unpredictable

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    1. The Red-Pathfinder
      has landed a base station,
      along with it’s roving probe,
      on the surface of Mars.
      It is fully equipt to handle
      anything tha Arab probe,
      Hope, throws at it … we hope.
      But the Chinese probe, we
      suspect, has gone all nuclear
      ballistic. Fortunately for all
      humanity, the Red-Pathfinder
      has it’s lasers locked onto it.
      It won’t even hit the surface.
      The sands of Mars will always
      remain free of Chinese plastic
      if I have anything to do with it.

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  18. through sheer repetition
    China has put the world
    in a harsh toxic slumber
    people without Adam and Eve
    people without Noah or Moses
    no attempt to “give utterance”
    non-directional to Jesus Christ
    ————(+)————
    The Holy Spirit of Acquisition
    China bought Kentucky
    Americans thought it a cruel mistake
    UNTIL
    China removed
    all the American horses
    brought in their very best
    just think, Chinese horses
    eating the colors of Kentucky

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    1. Confucius X say …

      “Keep your enemies close,
      then deep in the midnight hour
      fuck ’em in their sleep.
      The Opium War turned
      China into a junkie whore.
      Our revenge is sweet, and sour.”

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  19. mind games with China
    and one swears
    they juggle you
    they cheat you
    make you feel you are in control
    when you are hopelessly wrong
    my witch friend claims that true Chinese
    are standing-up pieces of fire
    they consume until everything
    is gone

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    1. I left my heart inTiananmen Square.
      It was the year of the Water Rat
      and that China Virus was in the air.
      Those pickpockets of cyber space
      are on the rampage with dark net
      ransom ware, as trade wars
      and hostage diplomacy, has now
      taken the place of civil society.
      Nazi Germany would’ve been uber
      impressed, but the rest of us who
      long for peace are lost in despair.
      Then came the screaming jets.
      Hong Kong is now gone.
      Taiwan may be next.
      Our only hope lies with the West.

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    2. Once greed was punished
      Now it is celebrated
      Organs harvested from
      the unwilling and imprisoned
      Foreign currency
      from the dying rich is king
      A cat that catches the mice
      of big money is the thing
      No matter the colour
      No matter the price
      with plenty slave labour
      for your privileged
      shopping pleasure
      The haves always want more
      therefore there is always
      the marginalised poor
      In the wake
      of a broken revolution
      some animals are far more
      equal than others
      Truer words
      have never been spoken
      From the ashes
      of a feudal empire
      a new world order emerging

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  20. too serious and ominous
    Pink Floyd with a headache
    the vast waste of our enemy
    just mud
    America with its outer space war machine
    they thought we were wrapped up
    in silly social media
    skulls and bones
    baby
    (right at this minute, one can purchase a world globe
    and China is missing)

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  21. no credentials necessary
    just slip into the pocket of Michael Jackson
    the scent of Pekinese dog gave me the creeps
    I knew the smell was probably vapors from dog jizz
    before the party there was a barking rodeo at the ranch
    I was told by security that Michael J. had the upper hand

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    1. Child celebrities
      little gladiators of mass media
      performing high drama
      in the Placebo Town Colosseum.
      Never never maturing
      past the age when Peter Pan
      first touched them
      down deep in the fame game.
      It’s hard to quit
      when given a head start
      by the King of Pop
      in a toy covered bed.
      A predatory weasel,
      a lost boy scoundrel,
      when all is done and said.
      Macaulay Culkin felt the blast
      of Michael Jackson grasp
      … and bought it.
      His future now full of dread
      as his false testimony
      shall never be forgotten.
      In Hollywood
      repentance is well hidden
      behind the final curtain.

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      1. The lawmakers
        of South West Nirvana
        have passed
        the Heartbeat Bill
        Nobody is to be cremated
        until they’re at rest
        and perfectly still
        Unlike those godless
        heathens of the North
        who’ll recalibrate your DNA
        and bury you at birth

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    1. In the Placebo Town Library,
      located in the seaside suburb
      of Alexandria, I discovered
      the Scroll of Genealogy.
      It was hidden behind the books
      of Hebrew Poetry. I spent many
      hours looking for my family tree,
      but in vain. Was I not a proud
      descendedant of the tribe of Dan?
      When I complained to the Head Librarian, she took me by the
      hand, and whispered . . .
      “You’ll find what your looking
      for in the Babylon section under
      The Mark of Cain. It’s the book of
      bad boys, and where it all began.
      In the meantime, you can look up
      my family tree, if you’re feeling
      ready, willing, and Abel?”
      I left the remnants of my overdue
      innocence on that library table,
      Egyptian style, and then hurried
      back to my rented house boat
      upon the Blue Nile.

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  22. the boss lady sleeps with the local librarian
    she often curses me before making sex
    says that I listen but don’t learn
    he didn’t replace the strings
    he removed them
    of course
    he doesn’t sound the same
    a one-legged table is still a table

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    1. We were taking cover
      with a hot and cold fever
      at the Heartbreak Hotel
      when a sweet
      and sour mutation
      that stir fry
      from hell’s kitchen
      was detected
      heading for Pearl Harbour
      Hug your children
      and kiss your mother
      Isolation is no solution
      against a raging variant
      at the Heartbreak Hotel

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  23. (POETRY WORKSHOP)
    Aristotle Onassis, an oral ashtray
    way past his distant prime
    in complete darkness
    he feels like a 200
    bag of potatoes
    (+) somehow, Jackie agrees to remove her clothing
    and apply a quart of lube to her privates

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    1. I heard a rumour
      that Jackie O
      kept her lubricants
      in a grecian urn
      to be applied only
      to shipping magnates
      with money to burn
      JFK gave Jackie that
      Irish Catholic rhythm
      Aristotle the Greek
      couldn’t beat it in any
      unorthodox position
      Even a throttle
      of the neck
      couldn’t get
      his old seaman
      to stand at attention
      and produce
      a happy ending

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  24. no amount of clothing
    can cover the mud
    that I’ve drug
    into this
    world
    sin from my father
    sin from his father
    supernatural filth that impinges
    upon our pathetic smallness
    complacency visits daily
    I give in to human
    attachment

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  25. INTERIOR MONOLOGUE:
    no need to undress in the grave
    naked lungs fat with soiled fluids
    people walk about overhead, the first-floor
    they cry, they laugh, sensitive to the changing weather
    couples wanting to live happily ever after
    romance based on promises and tickets
    white buttocks, demonic or angelic
    doll baby making noises

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  26. interior monologue: God is in the details
    Liberace taking a bleach bath every morning
    he was soft but carried a dong that equalized matters
    (+) slip the guard at Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum
    some cash and you can take a gawk at that famous penis
    no need to undress in the grave
    men who shower in their trucks
    masturbate on moonless nights
    sleep in pajamas, top and bottom
    make baby doll sounds
    before and after
    sodomy

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    1. I was once invited
      to a party at Liberace’s
      Malibu beach house
      Despite wearing
      my Sunday best
      I felt distinctly out of place
      No one warned me
      that it was fancy dress
      But the host did things
      on his grand piano
      that greatly impressed
      Plus the hors d’oeuvres
      and cocktails were outrageous

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  27. conscious that there is no escape
    stains on old valentines
    torn edges associated
    with the erosion
    of romance
    the living
    camped
    in loneliness
    harsh emotional
    sick-room slobbers
    lovers and close friends
    nervous efforts to act straight

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