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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335 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. outside the motel window
    the sweep of great passions
    real and fake grooms making haste
    adventures can come to a sudden halt
    breasts turn into limp pancakes
    the brook dries up
    it all becomes a cruel memory
    the fancy saddle on a movie star
    the lover who chewed wallpaper off
    who had to have her hips put back in place

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  2. Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
    Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
    Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
    Dance me to the end of love

    He was just some Joseph looking for a manger, DR
    But easily one of the top 3 influences in my life and outlook.

    Cheers!

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    1. The dealer, all dressed in his rags
      of light, watching for that card so
      high and wild. But there’ll never
      be another Leonard Cohen.
      It may well be closing time, yet
      we’ve been left a fully loaded deck,
      all set for the holy game of poker.

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  3. Placebo Town
    nostalgia for her smell
    the taste of her oral bruises
    questionnaires tossed aside
    weak strings and excuses
    prodded, stretched, gouged
    massaged enough to reform
    power is pleasure
    power runs no errands
    as a poet one might be expected
    to perform some kind of turnaround

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  4. reinterpreted Mammon @ Placebo Town

    subject matter at the poetry workshop
    “interpretations reinterpreted 2020”
    shortcomings in a low life opera
    stolen words from a prison library
    employees scripted, told to stay silent
    witnesses wearing targets as a reminder
    “to go clear one must be cleared”
    the nauseating tastes
    senior citizen textures
    leaking humiliations
    to be Adam
    to be Eve
    to be a carrier
    having
    given consent
    (having given consent)

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    1. Consent
      never requested
      nor granted
      by the Pirates of Penzance
      and all those
      Deep State mercenaries
      doing the dance without pants
      Yet the good citizens
      of Placebo Town
      have full expectations
      of winning God’s grace
      in a crooked game of chance
      Red or black
      whilst the big wheel
      is still spinning
      there’s no breaking the bank

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      1. CONSENT IN GHOSTLINESS
        poets afraid to discuss problematic sodomy
        afraid to confess about the older boys
        fingering the poultry in class
        encouraging self-performance
        even straight jocks watched
        heavy-lidded dongs
        he-men with ramrods
        a million years of taste
        countless voices in the semen
        a parade of DNA
        and God-knows-what
        the weaker ones being dined on
        cannibal sperm
        yes, cannibal sperm
        sperm with a tail

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      2. The fat sugar game
        Pride and prejudice
        Juicing the voodoo stain
        Exploring empty space
        Infusing the seduced
        Rockets in orbit
        A joyful moan
        Driven home
        Fuelling the poetic
        With a pheromone boost
        Cascading syrup
        Of the ripened poet
        And a honed artist
        On a mystery trip genetic
        Yet barely
        Scratching the surface
        Of a carbonated planet
        Reaching for the real deal
        The true magic
        Love for Art sake
        Art for Love sake
        You’ll never regret it

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    2. “Cheeseburger Propaganda:
      The poetry of Placebo Town is
      mostly upsized junk food lies,
      served with gravy, haikus, and
      french fries on the side.”

      ~ Avid D. Darepth

      “A good poem is a contribution to
      reality. The world is never the same
      once a good poem has been added
      to it. A good poem helps to change
      the shape of the universe, helps to
      extend everyone’s knowledge of
      himself and the world around him.”

      ~ Dylan Thomas

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  5. reminiscences
    athletics with the good hand
    the aroma of a high school harlot
    other females elevated themselves higher
    they came at an astronomical price
    sitting at home sterile
    college
    the drums of college
    farts in a room full of observers
    private farts for a lover to extract

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    1. “We can complain because rose
      bushes have thorns, or rejoice
      because thorn bushes have roses.”

      ~ Abraham Lincoln

      “Dear Wheeler:
      you provide the prose poems.
      I’ll provide the war.”

      ~ Charles Foster Kane

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  6. all those people stuck to the glue paper of the past
    objects on display, hair and teeth and bones
    poor Joan of Arc in there somewhere
    what some say are the flapping of wings
    might just be the fluttering of souls
    the vast mustiness of the past
    I saw myself under a huge stone
    holding what I thought was silence
    was it a gift ?
    or something stolen ?

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      1. Indeed Eugenia. Leonard Cohen has passed beyond. But time seems to be
        slowly catching up with Bob Dylan.
        He just turned 79. Yet his words and
        music sublime remain timeless.

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  7. all those episodes of Adam and Eve on HBO
    poor Eve busy questioning
    climb the mountain of future Moses
    or ride the coattails of evolution
    she could hear the voices
    of future generations
    Adam gloomy without God
    downhearted with the endless chores
    the constant struggle of the boys
    rumors about the downfall
    the really crappy truth
    (Bob Dylan singing a tune about being railroaded by a rib)

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    1. Slaves to the jism
      The trance of substance
      Fleeting skin deeps
      Of biological romance
      Freedom in the rhythm
      Fertility
      Creativity
      Somewhere
      Under the rainbow
      Of eternity
      An unfolding dream
      The May Queen
      A sacrificial teen
      learns to pole dance
      Upon the head of a pin
      Summer is coming
      Flowers are blossoming
      All creation unravelling
      Soon the harvest
      Of a slow train coming

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  8. POETRY
    a bag of contradictions
    left behind by a family of hobos
    the thought of Robert Frost
    throwing darts at a poster of Carl Sandburg
    Adam planting, pruning, picking, digging, raking
    and chopping before noon
    Adam holding court with the boys
    the concept of right and wrong
    never being good enough
    POETRY
    pocked by negative thoughts
    pocked from gunfire

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    1. PLACEBO CONTRADICTIO

      “We are all born free.
      and spend a lifetime.
      becoming slaves.”

      ~ Atticus

      “Woman is the nigger of the world,
      yes she is. If you don’t believe me
      take a look to the one you’re with.
      Oh, woman is the slave to the slaves.”

      ~ John Lennon

      “My role in society, or any artist
      or poet’s role, is to try and express
      what we all feel. Not to tell people
      how to feel. Not as a preacher,
      not as a leader, but as a reflection
      of us all!”

      ~ John Lennon

      “A working class hero
      is something to be.
      If you want to be a hero
      well just follow me. ”

      ~ John Lennon

      “Imagine there’s no heaven
      It’s easy if you try
      No hell below us
      Above us only sky
      Imagine all the people
      Living for today … ”

      ~ John Lennon

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  9. POETRY
    the monologue of a King
    interrupted by homeless people
    negative to battered farm animals
    employed at petting zoos
    negative to hobos
    watching nudists play tennis
    negative to villagers with pitchforks
    a common colony of mind

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    1. PRIVILEGE
      Rocked between
      A virus and a hard place
      All wrapped up
      In a cosmic sandwich
      I have become the enigma
      The destroyer of innocence
      The ravaging reaper
      A shadow succubus
      Of unbridled madness
      With a taste
      For extreme lust
      The dark passenger
      Of this broken existence
      The raging pathogen
      Defiling all creation
      I am the rocks
      In the coat pockets
      Of Virginia Woolf
      As she sank
      In the River Ouse
      And held her close
      As she took
      Her final breath
      In my very presence
      Even life’s winners
      Will eventually lose
      For I have become
      Their certain death
      The past and the future
      I am fallen human nature
      As for the hereafter
      Only a chosen few
      Ever get to choose

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    2. “We’re all looking at the same events
      and interpreting them wildly differently. That’s how cognitive dissonance and
      confirmation bias work. They work
      together to create a spontaneous
      hallucination that gets reinforced over
      time. That hallucination becomes your
      reality until something changes.”

      ~ Scott Adams

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    1. Thank you in perpetuity, Liz 💛 😎

      All the rocket ships 🚀
      are climbing through the sky
      The holy books are open wide 📖
      The doctors working day and night
      But they’ll never ever find🔬
      that cure for love 💝
      (There ain’t no drink🥃, no drug 💊)
      ah, tell them, angels 😇
      (There’s nothing pure enough
      to be a cure for love 💛)

      ~ Leonard Cohen

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  10. poetry with a substitute narrator
    simpleminded readers sitting on thumbtacks
    advised to do nothing
    the best thing to do
    is to do nothing
    permit dead people
    to speak with your lips
    words that seem to uproot
    scrawny beards

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    1. When dealing with a case
      of Necro-Ventriloquism
      I always give The Go-Go’s
      a good listen …

      “Can you see them?
      See right through them.
      They have no shield.
      No secrets to reveal.
      Our lips are sealed.
      There’s a weapon
      that we must use.
      When you look at them
      look right through them.
      That’s when they’ll disappear.
      That’s when we’ll be feared.
      Our lips are sealed.”

      ~ The Go-Go’s

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    1. Rudy Valentino
      The Great Latin Lover
      That Hollywood Sheik
      Could never stay true
      With only a shroud for cover
      So easy to see through
      Ghost bites on the pillow
      Just a mirage down below
      A Matinee idol
      Making a final show
      Scenarios and alibis
      A tangled tango
      At a desert oasis
      As those slave girls sing
      Rest in peace
      Rudolf Valentino
      In that marble mausoleum
      Fit for a king

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    1. Shame
      is nothing
      to be proud of
      An accursed schism
      Eternal ☯️ Temporal
      The higher you climb
      That taste of true freedom
      the harder to reconcile
      The spirit of man
      resents his rotting prison
      I blame those two hippies
      ejected from Nirvana’s Garden
      Along with Kurt Cobain
      and a loaded shotgun
      That superman high
      was strickly forbidden
      Now it’s all helpless Lois Lane
      and that lame Jimmy Olsen
      What a come down!
      Such a shame

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  11. finding it difficult to share a pillow with Satan
    the adversary continues his struggle
    his snazzy music and modern art visuals
    his red sports cars and $700 socks
    he offers all things to all people
    Bob Dylan was blessed with pericarditis
    the wild cur on a leash

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    1. On the double
      The Rebel Rebel
      Who tore the address
      Off that angelic beast
      Dylan and the villain
      That leaping lizard
      Camouflaged with stealth
      Who will sell you a placebo
      Whilst stroking your ego
      With pride and prejudice
      Fame and wealth
      But that game’s gotten old
      That hot tramp
      Leaves me cold
      I need a lover
      Who won’t drive me crazy
      To have and to hold
      The Saviour above all other
      The King of the Highway
      Beyond silver and gold
      And all worldly power
      Jesus Christ
      The Prince
      Of perfect peace
      Is now my strong tower
      On a celestial pillow
      Above all care and sorrow
      I get the lion’s share
      Of a dream like tomorrow

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  12. human utterances on the pillow
    four-legged things about the room
    leftovers from grammar school
    valentines with dirty words
    a photo of the gym teacher
    who sucked you
    and got nowhere
    perhaps he was Jimmy Olsen
    after he discovered Clark Kent
    wasn’t a real man
    big and rugged on the outside
    but not down below
    it was Cloaca from Outer Space

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  13. Jimmy Olsen was known for saying weird things about religion
    that those who loved God lived in one neighborhood
    and those who loved God without FEAR
    well, they lived in a better place
    close enough to see the White Throne
    the roots of heaven bare and visible
    untrammeled

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    1. There is no condemnation
      for those who are in Christ
      He’s an unconditional saviour
      But when it comes
      to loving my neighbour
      I’m a complete failure
      As I reside at No. 668
      right next door to the Beast
      He throws very loud parties
      that go on till late
      But he does invite me at least
      saying . . .
      “Ladies, please bring a plate.”
      Plus the house
      across the street
      with the white picket fence
      is where Jimmy Olsen lives
      And he’s a real pest
      I really wish he was dead
      He keeps coming over
      asking for a cup of sugar
      Next time … a cup
      of Afghan heroin instead 😎

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  14. Jimmy Olsen was known for saying
    “to fully appreciate the grace of God
    one must plumb the depths of evil”
    Jimmy was an odd sort of fellow
    he started out in the big city
    and finally came to a halt
    in Placebo Town
    systematic exercises
    for young impressionable boys
    he knew a lot about Satan and his deep secrets
    his limits of power and his condo in heaven

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    1. Jimmy’s condo
      was burnt down
      so now he’s paying rent
      He blamed a race riot
      in Placebo Town
      But it was actually Clark Kent
      with his Kryptonian X-ray vision
      He had spyed Jimmy Olsen
      giving Lois Lane
      a Daily Planet headline
      In Metropolis that’s a crime
      (but in Gotham City
      they do it all the time)
      “Never again will I trust a Jimmy!”
      Clark said,
      “Whether it’s a Morrison, an Olsen,
      or a Swaggart!”
      As he burnt that condo down
      But the fault
      was all with Superman
      For he had broken the heart
      of Lois Lane
      His kryptonite appendage
      was of too great a span
      Even Lex Luthor was heard
      to complain

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  15. WHEN THEY HANDED OUT THE PILLS
    THAT CAUSED ONE TO BE NAIVELY NOSTALGIC
    I took a handful
    I wanted to skip
    the hostility towards grown-ups
    just play and
    play and then wrap the car around a tree
    join the sky people and sing Sgt. Pepper tunes
    being confident of the future up above
    I found myself happier than ever before
    (happy on happy pills)

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    1. Those jagged little pills
      Can never cure your ills
      A Jimmy Dean Spyder scene
      Driving into those hills of green
      Driven to despair
      What’s been lost is lost
      What’s to come is the real thing
      Found in wonder, love, and prayer
      Whispered in visions of a dream
      I tell you the truth
      I have heard the angels sing
      Through the light
      Of a celestial beam
      Above and beyond
      I needed no more proof
      So I took up the fight
      To find that Kingdom within
      Transformation
      Creation flowing
      With Christ ever in sight
      One can only win

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  16. raised in a family cult raised as an object of affection
    small town American witchcraft Placebo Town signified
    everyone has departed buried deep covered with stones
    I remain upright and sadly the butterfly flown
    I remember the first time
    I was no longer myself
    friends guarded their tongues
    and their children
    no longer permitted to participate
    I found myself a ghost
    (the people at the car rental counter
    said that they don’t often see my kind)

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    1. After midnight
      Just when Crazy Mama
      Begins to twist and shout
      The man they call the Breeze
      Blows in from Placebo Town
      Singing a line of Cocaine
      It always seems
      To put her mind at ease
      And settle her down
      Those old protest songs
      About the wrong
      Done to the Việt Cộng
      Long ago in Vietnam
      Martin Luther King
      Tricky Dicky Nixon
      And Viva Revolution
      Crazy Mama can sing them
      All night and all day long

      “If life’s little downs
      they keep coming around,
      carry on, carry on.
      With darkness all about,
      you want to scream and shout,
      carry on, carry on.
      Don’t cry baby,
      look at where you’ve been.
      Everybody knows
      you just need a friend.
      Please, please, please,
      if you’re down on your knees,
      carry on, carry on.
      Your head is full of doubt,
      you can’t figure it out,
      carry on, carry on.
      Between the time it takes
      to make all those mistakes,
      carry on, carry on.
      It don’t matter
      what you say or do
      It just seems to work out
      if you want it to
      Let out all the slack,
      take it off your back.
      Carry on, carry on.”

      ~ J. J. Cale

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  17. surrogate words
    flesh and blood rituals
    you were told to keep your mouth shut
    no one broke the code of silence
    layers of initiations
    layers of measures
    sexual sizes
    children with adult hands
    smoking tobacco
    and other psychodrama drugs
    finding fellowship in Placebo Town
    romance with the fallen daughters of Eve
    harpy-rooted puffy tongues
    inducing shudders of response

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  18. a world full of soreheaded occupants
    chemically controlled automatons
    ignorant of the fact
    that any standard
    appreciated
    living on earth
    will cease
    with the HOMELESSNESS of death
    no physical body
    blind without touch
    demons of all sizes
    yes, constant pain
    the older books
    refer to it as soul discomfort
    but it is much worse than that
    you can’t wake up
    because you’re constantly awake
    afraid of what you will confess
    you lack a mouth to keep shut

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    1. DAWN AFTER THE RAID

      As a whisper in the darkness
      As the hushing of the wind
      As the rising of a salmon
      When the water rims with ripples
      Life moved laboriously over death.
      As the programme seller in the audience
      Blind to the passion on the stage
      As the swimmer in a surging sea
      As the Britisher in a foreign country
      Life busied itself with death.
      The blue overalls and the metal helmets
      The lorries, one time used for coal,
      The worried warden and the rescue worker
      Hovered and hurried among the ruins.
      Under this pile of fallen masonry
      Under those spillikins of beams
      Where number thirty two lies shattered
      There may be a body
      Dig
      For there may be a body.
      Distorted corpse once breathed slum air
      Lived in the grey dust where it died;
      Is it for this that bending we strived
      And fought in other’s blood and other’s sorrow
      To reach these wretched mangled remains?
      Is it for this that we ached in the darkness
      Not knowing that nearby
      Another house had fallen
      To the blast of that same bomb.
      Sweat fell, we were not the strong and young
      They were out training, preparing,
      We are the best of those remaining
      We are the mellow and the hardened
      And though our backs are hard of bending
      Under aloofness our souls bend rending
      The sorrow out of the bereaved father’s breast
      Tearing it out and holding it in our own hands
      Adopting it to our own bodies
      Caring for the children we had never seen
      Sometimes we pray to be hardened and callous
      But God turns a deaf ear
      And we know hate and sorrow,
      Intimately
      And we do not mind dying tomorrow.

      ~ T. J. M. Corsellis (April 20, 1941)

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  19. the netherworld of Placebo Town
    obnoxious relatives and people on the street
    senior citizens leaking their insides
    slowly becoming the back page of a sleazy tabloid
    it is easy to push them out of the way
    to summon the hungry dogs
    —–callous disregard—–
    the insistent presence
    of childhood romance
    a constant stream of seed
    avenues of filth with psychoanalysis
    every tombstone has an opening
    100 years, 200 years, going strong
    perhaps an unscrupulous hip
    but no sign of disappointment
    down below
    the sky people come and go
    legitimate narcissism

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  20. almost every poet has a sister
    that can turn a somersault
    or hypnotize a chicken
    (WHAT ABOUT) a sister
    that lives in Forks, Washington
    sex-exercises men on motorcycles
    who wear chrome jewelry with skulls
    10,000 prescription bottles
    or the cure for exhaustion
    Forks Meth with a touch
    of poppy dust
    (+) all self-imprisonment slips off

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    1. Fairy dust is a must
      If you’re going to fly high
      From dawn till dusk
      At 451 degrees fahrenheit
      On a hillbilly poppy blast
      Courtesy of a fair lover
      All dressed in white
      Delivered on horseback
      By angels of the night
      My sister Ophelia
      And her wayward brother
      Always got what they were after
      From the criminal class
      Hidden out of plain sight
      (that Jimmy Olsen of Prohibition
      ever searching in vain for them)
      Mixing up the helter skelter
      Seeking shelter from the light
      (once Lex Luthor had given
      Lois Lane a taste to erase
      her kryptonite pain
      she kept coming back for more
      again and again …
      It took a Superman to end
      that dead end lane suicide game)

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  21. the neighbors are upset
    have been driving the car on their lawns
    the tires love the feel of expensive grass
    three-headed dogs run wild
    having escaped their guard shack
    a constant flow across to the other side
    sometimes people wave or scream questions
    no one dare reply
    words can suggest more
    than they actually say
    (+) words to exploit
    (+) words to feel superior to

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  22. Ketev Mriri and Lilith reside in Placebo Town
    their agents sell white sugar to children
    the time of day, the day of week, the month of year
    Ketev Mriri rides the line cursing both sides
    angry that his evil is not evil enough

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  23. one knew when the demon was about to leave town
    the distance measured by the amount of straw
    stuffed in the shoes
    sometimes in the winter
    one could see black prints
    from bare feet in the snow
    I was told not to ask questions

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    1. My sister with the pink hair
      From another gremlin mother
      Was a troll pencil topper
      She seemed to love it up there
      Like some literate pole dancer
      Her act was a real show stopper
      Being at one with the pencil
      In the grip of the moving hand
      Of Omar Khayyam
      Especially when Kahlil Gibran
      Gave that pencil
      A good sharpening
      By any 360 degree
      Her calligraphy was outstanding
      But with much regret
      Her penmanship
      Has become irrelevant
      Killed by the internet
      Where writing requires
      No discernible talent
      She now hangs out with the likes
      Of Jerry Garcia and Malcolm X
      Fermenting revolution
      Marching in protest
      More left than right
      And throwing rocks at police
      “A race riot”… she says
      “… is even better than sex!”
      For a white troll doll
      With pink hair
      What’s next?

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  24. no one mentioned his small knife
    with the mother-of-pearl handle
    when he polished it
    it would say
    “Thou shalt not”

    grave dust on feet was no joke
    women started wearing pants
    privates large and yellow
    like an angry school bus

    unmarried males
    closed the windows
    and walled themselves in
    they have cast out the landscape
    resurfacing the revenge of sodomy

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    1. I followed the money trail
      That sap laden root of evil
      To the land of Mordor
      And the heights of Mount Doom
      Always in sight
      That all seeing eye
      Of Placebo Town
      Blazing bright
      In a pitch black sky
      As in a shadow of gloom
      There I came across
      In that God forsaken land
      More lost than found
      Princess Eugenia
      The High Priestess of Eugenics
      From distant Eriador
      In appearance
      A comely maiden of grace
      She greeted me
      A humble Ranger of Middle-earth
      With a warm embrace
      That conveyed without speech
      The promise of much more
      Then she declared with glee
      Her destiny to give birth
      To the next master race
      The glory of Gondor to restore
      As foretold by Saruman the White
      The head prognosticator
      And lead wizard of Placebo Town
      She then beseeched me
      To stay with her the night
      As she removed her regal gown
      With a flash of light
      Came the whispered sound
      “Beware this scion from
      The Witch-Realm of Angmar!
      Her plan to spawn
      A royal ruling dynasty
      Will be the ruination of humanity.”
      I knew that voice well
      It was the Elf Queen
      Galadriel herself
      No sooner than her words
      Of warning were spoken
      The spell
      Of this devious seductress
      Was broken
      And I beheld such a pitiful sight
      A twisted soul
      Lusting for unnatural power
      And worldly might
      I tried my best to console her
      Saying . . .
      “The Gates of Hell,
      Bill and Melinda,
      Are way ahead of you
      When it comes to ruling
      And reigning in Mordor.”

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  25. YOU GO TO A PARTY
    and you notice important exteroceptive factors
    that might suggest the possibility of breeding activity
    you quickly rank yourself in the herd
    to assert your selfhood over others
    you constantly flash
    your Dick Tracy
    wristwatch
    others wear
    expensive socks
    you think, “how yesterday”

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  26. senior citizen monstrosities
    more fantastic than any imagination
    could have invented
    a scrotum inked with Hebrew letters
    Jagger
    the man who cannot escape his curse
    nightly sightseeing tours of his ejaculation
    multitudes of future corpses in his jism

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  27. Jagger and the Boys
    are they a service
    or a disservice to man ?
    the stronger the love for The Rolling Stones
    the stronger the absurd grows
    each time we listen to their music
    we hope we will hear
    what has never been heard before
    the constant NEED for something new
    the absurd human sparks for quantity
    quantity over quality except Christmas
    who can deny the flowering of life on birthdays ?
    meth and poppy dust and outdoors with all the rest

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    1. Mick was just telling me
      Whilst tumbling the dice
      That despite his face
      Getting all wrinkly
      He’s still loud
      And very proud
      That he’s made it to 76
      Without growing a pot belly
      And still considered sexy
      With those rubbery lips
      I asked him for just one
      New and shiny
      Thing under the Sun
      As boys still love
      To play with their toys
      And girls
      They just wanna have fun
      He said you can’t always get
      What you want
      Having too much fun
      is a Jimi Hendrix crime
      So if you see
      Something new coming
      You’d better run
      Then he played me
      the new Stones album
      Sounding a lot like
      The last one

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    1. “Well …
      the neighborhood bully,
      he’s just one man
      His enemies say he’s on their land
      They got him outnumbered
      about a million to one
      He got no place to escape to,
      no place to run
      He’s the neighborhood bully.
      The neighborhood bully
      he just lives to survive
      He’s criticized and condemned
      for being alive
      He’s not supposed to fight back,
      he’s supposed to have thick skin
      He’s supposed to lay down and die
      when his door is kicked in
      He’s the neighborhood bully.
      The neighborhood bully
      been driven out of every land
      He’s wandered the earth an exiled man
      Seen his family scattered,
      his people hounded and torn
      He’s always on trial for just being born
      He’s the neighborhood bully.
      Well, he knocked out a lynch mob,
      he was criticized
      Old women condemned him,
      said he should apologize
      Then he destroyed a bomb factory,
      nobody was glad
      The bombs were meant for him.
      He was supposed to feel bad
      He’s the neighborhood bully.
      Well, the chances are against it,
      and the odds are slim
      That he’ll live by the rules
      that the world makes for him
      ‘Cause there’s a noose at his neck
      and a gun at his back
      And a license to kill him is given out
      to every maniac
      He’s the neighborhood bully.
      Well, he got no allies to really speak of
      What he gets he must pay for,
      he don’t get it out of love
      He buys obsolete weapons
      and he won’t be denied
      But no one sends flesh and blood
      to fight by his side
      He’s the neighborhood bully.
      Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists
      who all want peace
      They pray for it nightly
      that the bloodshed must cease
      Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly.
      To hurt one they would weep
      They lay and they wait
      for this bully to fall asleep
      He’s the neighborhood bully.
      Every empire that’s enslaved him is gone
      Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon
      He’s made a garden of paradise
      in the desert sand
      In bed with nobody,
      under no one’s command
      He’s the neighborhood bully.
      Now his holiest books
      have been trampled upon
      No contract that he signed
      was worth that what it was written on
      He took the crumbs of the world
      and he turned it into wealth
      Took sickness and disease
      and he turned it into health
      He’s the neighborhood bully.
      What’s anybody indebted to him for?
      Nothing, they say …
      He just likes to cause war
      Pride and prejudice
      and superstition indeed
      They wait for this bully
      like a dog waits for feed
      He’s the neighborhood bully.
      What has he done to wear so many scars?
      Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars?
      Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill
      Running out the clock, time standing still
      Neighborhood bully.”

      ~ Bob Dylan

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  28. I am often asked for a word
    to describe the hell
    of living on the border
    of a killing field
    frayed denim skulls picked clean
    frayed denim fatty flesh gone rotten
    androgynous infection and pus
    they bring in educated people
    trying to finger a possible cause
    it wasn’t the white sugar
    or the hand grenades

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    1. Maelstromification
      Is the word I use
      To describe the weather
      In Placebo Town
      It seems to go with the sound
      Of a live cremation
      Whilst a cranial vivisection
      Is going down
      Just another hectic day
      of performance art
      In romantic Placebo Town

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  29. the angels enjoy commenting
    on the nakedness of citizens
    standing in Placebo Town
    hometown of meaninglessness
    irrelevant coitus night and day
    intercourse on motorcycles
    healthy pink scrotums
    manly erections
    never platonic
    ……………………………..memory-haunted romance
    ……………………………..in a village where gender
    ……………………………..wasn’t all that important
    summer time inhabitants
    walked around naked outdoors
    young people smoked cigarettes
    and indulged in James Bond escapades
    older folks drank gin and vodka and talked sex

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  30. standing out in the lawn
    your bedroom window visible
    and sex is peeking at you wide-open
    heart thumping sex with a strong smell
    playful business
    to be served in a rather savage manner
    her rip wanting the curved dong of Tarzan

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  31. breaking the chains of karma
    young people think that it has something
    to do with student loans being forgiven
    I tell them that karma is the credit card
    of wrongdoing
    the amount one borrows
    is so much smaller
    than the amount
    to be paid back
    WRONGDOING
    is expensive

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    1. Karma instant
      Karma slow
      Karma coming down
      Not just in Placebo Town
      But everywhere you go
      It’s the code of the road
      The currency on the street
      For whatever a man sows
      that also he will reap

      Do not eat the bread
      of a selfish man,
      or desire his delicacies;
      For as he thinks in his heart,
      so is he [in behavior
      —one who manipulates].
      He says to you, “Eat and drink,”
      Yet his heart is not with you
      [but it is begrudging the cost].

      ~ Proverbs 23:6-7 Amplified

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  32. one discovers that one has written,
    “her rip wanting the curved dong of Tarzan”
    pillows that softly speak through the night
    warning that the full wrath of God has yet to fall
    (@) each living human assigned a personal vulture
    (@) pray that you have the seal of God on your forehead

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    1. Sealed by the Spirit
      The Blues Brothers
      On an appointed mission
      Oblivious to the devious
      And mischievous
      Power game machinations
      Emenating from Placebo Town
      Where the Court of Superstition
      Is always in session
      As the prayer wheels
      Of cause and effect
      Go round and round
      Love can drain an ocean
      Of misguided desperation
      Breaking the chain
      of karma’s command
      To flood the living soul
      Of a world weary person
      With a spirit resurrection

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  33. Placebo Town
    old people often sit for hours under the cliffs
    patiently waiting for a boulder to fall and end their journey
    young females live a pleasant childhood completely detached
    and then one day something ignites inside them
    they know what they must do and they do it
    the viper welcomes them with his bite
    scholarly venom, a dose of destiny
    babies born with clay feet

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    1. Thank heaven for little girls
      For little girls get
      Bigger every day
      Thank heaven for little girls
      They grow up in
      The most delightful way.
      Those little eyes
      So helpless and appealing
      When they were flashing
      Send you crashing
      Through the ceiling
      Thank heaven for little girls
      Thank heaven for them all
      No matter where,
      No matter who
      Without them
      What would little boys do

      ~Alan Jay Lerner/Frederick Loewe

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    1. Bob Dylan was given
      the Chuck Berry Ding-A-Ling
      A medal awarded by the military
      for not taking poetry
      too seriously
      But President Kennedy
      insisted on singing
      Johnny B. Goode
      all through
      the presentation ceremony
      Now he’s always
      ringing Dylan up
      trying to show off
      to Marilyn Monroe
      He had a bit of laugh
      when his call was answered
      by Fidel Castro
      But President Kennedy
      really wasn’t happy
      the time Jackie answered
      screaming, “Make it snappy!”

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  34. landlubbers throwing stones at megaliths
    standing proud off shore
    neither Stonehenge
    nor Easter Island
    they were winged angels
    spending a spell in confinement
    a mistake up above with no direction
    but down……down with a constant wash

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  35. 20 minutes south of the airport in Louisville
    one enters the poverty zone of Kentucky
    scruffy children playing by the roadside
    tee shirts with a 1000 nose-blows
    they wave and motion for you
    to stop
    sooty flesh with righteous eyes
    minimum knowledge put to clever use
    take your valuables, place you on the menu

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  36. there you were
    trying to park your body
    in the grave
    as if it was a car
    there you were
    trying to return
    to a passive state
    a snooze
    before the new identification
    skeleton shells litter
    the Scripture Room
    rational understanding
    ignores the stars
    and all the secrets of the sky
    the oldest longings
    haunt the modern man
    buried standing up
    touching strangers
    in a crowded cemetery
    cataloged remains
    blind to perceive error

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    1. Death has been conquered
      The cemetery but temporary
      The parking complimentary
      With a receipt fully validated
      Boy Scouts with their merit badges
      Standing meekly on the Rock of Ages
      The undeserving unreservedly
      And wholeheartedly invited
      The bent made straight
      Because heaven can’t wait
      To get the party started

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  37. the Grim Reaper on late night television
    offering free one-way tickets to Placebo Town
    almost all visitors want to delete memories
    they want the “forgive and forget” package
    to replace the bitter past with a sweet future
    wounded innermost thoughts
    friends ask me to wrap them with bandages

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    1. In the Placebo Town Library
      I checked out a do it yourself book
      ‘How To Become A Higher Life Form
      . . . or die trying’, written by a
      world renowned Swami. It even
      came with a money back guarantee.
      When I took it back complaining
      that it just didn’t work for me,
      the library lady just smiled
      and said to come and see her
      after I’ve died trying. And since it’s
      a library, I’d gotten the book for free.
      But if it would make me feel better
      she would stamp my library card
      with a smiley face, and give me
      a quickie under the counter,
      as long as we did it quietly.
      Not all is an open book
      in the Placebo Town Library.

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    2. (It’s a Sunday . . . so)

      Oh, happy day
      When Jesus washed
      Oh, when He washed
      When Jesus washed
      He washed my sins away
      Oh, it’s a happy day
      He taught me how
      To watch and fight and pray
      Watch and pray
      And live rejoicing every day

      (Not just Sundays)

      ~ Edwin Hawkins

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  38. when people first arrive at Placebo Town
    they’re afraid to touch anything
    terrified of hellfire
    but HELLFIRE means something different after death
    mothers soak their children in hellfire
    they make a muddy soup
    and feast on it

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  39. things that are difficult to forget:
    the Grim Reaper
    eating cat food out of the can
    the Grim Reaper
    farting on an elevator
    “Berlitz Guide to Speaking Grim Reaper”
    one hand brings the bacon home
    one hand fries it

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    1. The greatest day in history
      Death is beaten
      You have rescued me
      Sing it out, Jesus is alive
      The empty cross
      The empty grave
      Life eternal
      You have won the day
      Jesus is alive
      You washed my sin away
      I’ll never be the same
      Forever I am changed
      When I stand in that place
      Free at last
      Meeting face to face
      I am Yours, Jesus
      You are mine
      Endless joy, perfect peace
      Earthly pain finally will cease
      Celebrate
      Jesus is alive
      He’s alive

      ~ Tim Hughes

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