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. 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.

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    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

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  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

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    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.

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  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

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    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

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  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

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  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

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    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

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  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

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    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

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    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

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  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

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  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

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    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.

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  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

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    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

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    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?

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  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

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    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.

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  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

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    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

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  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

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    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.

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  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

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    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.)

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  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

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    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

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  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

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    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

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    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.

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  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

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    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

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  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

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    1. Submerged in the juices
      of fruits forbidden
      a Placebo Town drowning
      is the Jimi Hendrix experience
      In the distance
      a golden soap dish
      whispers . . . “Make a wish.”
      For dreamers in a trance
      pseudo gods and goddesses
      life is a bubble in the bathtub
      of Mount Olympus
      where Whitney Houston
      sleeps with the fishes
      Below the surface
      the Sorcerer laughs
      as fate dances victorious
      with both life’s winners
      and death’s losers
      Down the drain
      of a Placebo Town brownstone
      they are one and the same
      … bad saints and great sinners

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    1. The Tower of Babel
      reduced to scorched gravel
      after a rapid unplanned disassembly
      worthy of an Elon Musk Space X lift off
      The more things change
      always more of the same
      All is solar powered vanity

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  17. the famous guy from Italy
    with his boyfriend so young
    they were more clean than clean
    the boyfriend was tuned into my eyes
    he was fingering his lips, what did it mean ?
    I was the lowest of swine, never clean in my life
    ——————-were they going to borrow my ladder ?

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  18. the famous guy from Italy
    with his boyfriend so young
    who looked better in person
    than on those flashy covers
    Daddy was more fascinated
    by the beauty of words
    than any bohemian
    bathhouse boy
    Daddy had the key to the closet
    where the more mature ladders
    were safely stored in their stalls
    many people came to the house
    desperate to borrow a long climb
    (+) peeking over the top of a Beardsley drawing

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    1. Intoxicated
      like a Jackson Pollock
      high on his ladder
      dripping the quixotic
      Splashes of light
      where the meaningless
      meets a poetic frolic
      splattering brilliance
      The heart of a child
      is where art surpasses
      this broken existence

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  19. HE who seldom soars to any heights
    of sustained introspection
    lacks the ladder power
    (+) slippage incurred between man and ladder
    whispers of a vehicle suited for confessional lifts
    push a button and bang your head on heaven
    push a button and a camera records your soul
    how much you see on the outside
    and how much on the inside
    are you a good lad ?
    I am bruised
    impoverished
    financial fleas
    moral parasites
    quoted in manure
    at odds with the world

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    1. “But the soul became the steps
      of its ladder, closest, nearest,
      near, far, further, furthest. First
      she is my own being, then she
      is a serpent and a bird, then she
      is mother and father, then even
      further away Salome and Elijah.”

      ~ Carl Jung

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  20. at what age does one outgrow drunks and floozies ?
    the sign outside town
    what does it say ?
    mischievously scissored private parts
    tinkering with holes and dongs
    Ed Sheeran singing “perfect”
    deep inside a wedding-cake
    says that he can hump
    thirteen times a night

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    1. A ginger poodle
      was barking at me
      as I entered
      the Placebo Town Library
      It kept repeating the same words
      “Don’t go in there!
      Wake up, you are dreaming.”

      The head librarian
      looked up and smiled at me
      as I handed back a book
      of William Blake poetry
      “Just ignore that little scottish terrier.
      He’s no tiger, tiger, burning bright.
      He belongs In the forests of the night.”
      It was the first time she had
      graced me with her humour
      Till then it had all been late fines
      and physical trauma
      She then reached up for a book
      high on the top shelf
      Clearing off some dust and cobwebs
      she carefully handed it to me
      … ‘Arachnida in Living Colour’
      saying she thought I’d be interested
      Having never seen
      another soul in her library
      I asked if she worked there
      all by herself
      To which she simply
      opened the office door
      situated next to the stairway
      down to the lower basement
      and there was this rather
      rotund girl sitting there
      eating a ham sandwich
      whilst doing some paperwork
      “This is Thorax, my assistant.
      But never forget,
      I am the Head,
      who gives and takes
      with my words of silk.
      I’ve decided you have committed
      a crime by handing in that
      poetry book on time,
      and you must now be fully read.
      Come down the stairs with me,
      down deep where I keep my eggs
      upon a web like a feather bed.”
      I was soon left wishing I’d listened
      to that ginger poodle who sounded
      just like Ed Sheeran
      for that Head Librarian had me
      reciting over and over again . . .

      “To see the world in a grain of sand,
      and to see heaven in a wild flower,
      hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.”

      The trauma was more
      than I could stand
      That black widow
      and her sense of humour

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  21. at the airport, men with guns escort you to a backroom
    you calm yourself thinking about the pretty boy
    that was arm-in-arm with the famous Italian
    his skin was so perfectly molded, those ears
    you ask yourself, “how can he be so clean ?”

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    1. “I hear you.
      Plates shift perpetually and
      nothing can be done. Nothing
      comes close to the disruption
      unrequited love does bring.”

      ~ Sappho of Lesbos

      “Art and love are the same thing:
      It’s the process of seeing yourself
      in things that are not you.”

      ~ Chuck Klosterman

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  22. at the airport, men with guns escort you to a backroom
    in the background, Tommy James and the Shondells
    are performing, “Crimson and Clover”
    the song is on a loop, a death-wish
    was it dark secrets, drowning
    enough doors would open
    cash money on demand
    wrestling for more
    a sturdy Daddy
    ladder

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    1. It is not all about
      reaching the top
      but catching the view
      along each step
      Snakes and Ladders
      a Placebo Town best seller
      among the working classes
      A playground for rock spiders
      where Jungle Jim hunts little tiger
      Lolitas and their sugar daddies
      caught in a web being spun
      Sons and daughters playing
      happy families
      Mothers and fathers
      devouring their young

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  23. 6pm news
    small boy sitting on steps crying
    why did he stop to enjoy the view ?
    his family and friends safe and rewarded
    while he chose an altogether different path
    for the love of appreciation, his private imagining
    the gate closed, the cork popped
    Death dressed for the night
    layers of dark fibers
    delight void

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    1. Placebo existence is a balancing act ☯️
      on the tightrope of least resistance
      At least you can seek forgiveness
      from the Priest of the Beast who
      oversees that survival goes to
      the very fittest undefeated
      of tribal primal and eats
      any vanquished rival
      in pursuit of all
      that’s trivial
      Placebo!
      Let’s
      Go!
      🏁

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  24. one visits the library to confirm what one fears
    what sparked a pseudo-phallic stampede ?
    ladders now safe in their stalls
    foreskins lightly powdered
    the librarian making fun
    of those who ran
    for shelter
    “DICKS”

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    1. I was once married to a librarian
      from the Placebo Town gene pool.
      She claimed me as her very own
      barbarian, and instructed me to
      dive right in 🌊🧜‍♀️🌅🏄‍♂️

      Well I didn’t come here to deal
      with a doggone thing

      I just came here to hear
      the drummer’s cymbal ring

      There ain’t no way
      you can put me down

      I just want to say that
      Hell’s my wife’s home town

      Well there’s reasons for that
      and reasons for this

      I can’t think of any just now,
      but I know they exist

      I’m sitting in the sun
      ‘til my skin turns brown

      I just want to say that
      Hell’s my wife’s home town

      Home town, home town

      She can make you steal,
      make you rob

      Give you the hives,
      make you lose your job

      Make things bad,
      she can make things worse

      She got stuff more potent
      than a gypsy curse

      One of these days,
      I’ll end up on the run

      I’m pretty sure she’ll make me
      kill someone

      I’m going inside,
      roll the shutters down

      I just want to say that
      Hell’s my wife’s home town

      Well there’s plenty to remember,
      plenty to forget

      I still can remember the day we met

      I lost my reason long ago

      My love for her is all I know

      State gone broke, the county’s dry

      Don’t be looking at me
      with that evil eye

      Keep on walking,
      don’t be hanging around

      I’m telling you again that
      Hell’s my wife’s home town

      Home town, home town

      ~ Bob Dylan

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  25. rumors circulating in Placebo Town
    that Scholastic Aptitude Tests
    were showing up loaded
    ready to be given
    without notice
    MATH WAS NO LONGER “USER-FRIENDLY”
    the library staff were two poops past nervous
    the ladies were having trouble spelling “feminism”

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    1. At the Institute of
      Placebo Town Obedience Training
      they made me
      sit around all day wearing grey
      I would just stare out the window
      dreaming of flying away
      as they tried teaching me
      to lead with greed
      Failure meant being condemned
      to follow
      Captives compelled to breed
      for a productive future
      Everybody was told they were full
      rather than hollow
      “May the bountiful seed be with you.”
      That they were either a pretty pink
      ever open to life’s flowing poetry
      or a solid blue
      always ready to push on through
      but it wasn’t true
      They were all a flaccid grey
      exposed by the petty things
      they would think, do, and say
      Pseudo Enterprises®
      socially engineered it that way
      Dreamers asleep
      till their dying day

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  26. feeling incarcerated and domesticated
    thank God I can go to a Dollar Store
    and drop a load
    (+) the lady at the checkout tells me that her eggs are larger than my sperms
    perhaps she spent a lot of time in the prison library
    the joy of understanding for its own sake
    them eggs are bigger than them sperms

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  27. and every man wanting to touch
    to rub his personal chicken fat
    all around your vulva
    your frilly ass vulva
    wanting to release the imprisoned forces
    to go so deep that slant eyes peer out
    the boys at the pool hall
    identifying women
    by appearance
    generous with form
    content
    not so much

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  28. hiding under a rug
    with sunglasses
    saying thank you
    to men who stole
    from the love jar
    telling them to take more
    just take it all
    and never try to think of me
    as anything more
    than an androgynous bug
    SUPERFICIAL
    in so many ways
    above and below
    the belt

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  29. pool hall poetry is one word projected onto another
    a collection of words projected onto another collection
    complex literary locations
    the vulva
    cast light
    on the vulva
    explore
    but THINK
    before you act
    cave of delight
    is a cruel possession
    men at the pool hall
    quote
    “once upon a time”

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  30. just crazy enough to lift the lid
    and have a peek at Chaos
    pool hall poets
    stand back
    disproportionate attention
    “to read what has been read”
    the Placebo City Library dawdling
    good boys and girls color inside the lines

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    1. At the Placebo Town
      School of the Golden Rule
      the big day had finally come
      A lesson in show and tell
      they called Sex Education
      involving an overnight stay
      at the Honeymoon Hotel
      “Come as you are!
      No need to bring a thing.
      If you’re packing heat
      be sure to use a silencer.
      And always remember
      to hide and not tell.”
      Being high on mass opium
      I was under the illusion
      the idea was to have fun
      but the Golden Rule
      is simply to get the job done
      The Night Manager
      at the Honeymoon Hotel
      is patiently waiting for
      the next feckless generation

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    2. Well, I been prayin’ for salvation
      Layin’ ’round
      in a one-room country shack
      Go walk down that dirt road
      until my eyes begin to bleed
      ‘Til there’s nothin’ left to see
      ‘Til the chains have been shattered
      and I been freed
      But I been lookin’ at my shadow,
      I been watchin’ the clouds up above
      Rollin’ through the rain and hail
      Lookin’ for the sunny side of love
      Go on that dirt road
      ’til everything becomes the same
      I keep on walkin’
      ’til I hear her holler out my name

      ~ Bob Dylan

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    1. I was once married
      to a literary refugee
      from the Placebo Library
      She was well read
      as she taught me the rules
      and regulations of purgatory
      You can take the girl
      out of a Placebo Town
      private girls school
      but deep down
      in her private realm
      she still longs to be free
      It’s no secret
      that the Head Librarian
      holds the key to that prison
      Every now and then
      she puts on her uniform
      and unlocks it for me

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  31. to bring a halt
    to the collapse
    of dong culture
    both the subject
    and its erotic fixation
    the librarian arrives early
    she avoids the sensation known as
    post-coital silence
    what does one say ?
    globs of goo
    pubic hair
    that smells like bacon

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    1. In a land of stone monoliths
      where size mattered
      I was born with the gift of flesh
      and the will to use it
      The Head Master
      at the School of the Golden Rule
      thought me just a fool
      with a sharp chisel
      and feared I’d abuse it
      But the Head Librarian
      always ready to lend a hand
      showed me just how to use it
      Life then became
      a restless journey
      in search of that perfect fit
      Flesh > Soul > and Spirit

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    2. The Head Librarian was painting
      her nails as I entered the building.
      “Look”, she said, “it’s the latest thing!
      Fusion gel . . . see how it sparkles.
      I can’t get enough of the stuff.”
      Suddenly her false nails turned into
      tentacles growing out of her fingers,
      as she whispered, “I know you like
      it rough, but I promise to be tender
      with your part and particles.”

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  32. death
    conscious efforts to avoid it
    no new Christmas, no holiday
    sick-room litter a foot deep
    the night porter in Key West
    loving the teats on dancing men
    the only real life
    between the grip of their thighs
    self-fulfillment
    taking curves on two wheels
    pressing the rubber hard

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  33. STORYBOOK CHATTER
    renew the marital relationship
    with honeymoon enthusiasm
    or shut down the production
    the art of pleasuring someone else
    (+) one feeds the cat and licks the can
    joyless lovemaking
    thinking about shopping lists
    or your cousin’s husband
    the one with the thick
    curved dong

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    1. The Head Librarian
      was showing off her
      brand new sequined thong
      Pirouetting around to the sound
      of an old Suzi Quatro song …

      “Watch out the tiger
      don’t go claw the eagle’s eye,
      but let the eagle
      take the tiger by surprise.
      Scratch out her eyes.
      So make a stand for your man,
      honey,
      try to can the can.
      Put your man in the can,
      honey,
      get him while you can.”

      The Head Librarian
      was joyously singing along
      All sugar, spice, and fairy floss
      She was obviously high as a kite
      on that Fusion Gel ™
      after using it as an inhalant
      and a lip gloss
      For anyone else in Placebo Town
      it would be a capital crime
      but not for that library
      Sugar Plum Fairy Queen
      and part time dominatrix

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  34. I think she called him, Doll-Baby
    it wasn’t a relationship
    it was ownership
    subservient
    a landscape
    without a
    horizon
    modern life in Placebo City
    human beings as objects and abstractions
    human beings who retreat to the Torah or the Bible
    to connect with individuality and wholeness, actual equilibrium

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