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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1,999 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. drove the car
    off the final curve of reciprocated love
    a trivial sex life playing in a half-empty cinema
    ambling through daydreams of walking upright
    the phone ringing, curious magazines
    begging for photographs
    would I bend over
    for a close-up ?

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    1. I was eventually released
      from house arrest
      a consequence of a recent
      Extinction Rebellion protest
      (I had nothing to do
      with the bloody violence)
      so I took the chance
      to see my physiotherapist
      who promptly instructed me
      to take off my pants
      as she sat back languidly
      reciting all the lyrics
      from ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’
      I told her sternly
      that I’m just a poor boy
      from a plebeian family
      so please treat me gently
      She always ignores my requests
      yet I know she does her best
      with those hands of sweet poetry
      No plaster cast can resist
      the allure of my physiotherapist
      Manipulations with a clenched fist

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    2. My reciprocal altruism
      hit a pothole
      out on Highway 61
      where life is just
      another centre spread
      in a Hustler Magazine.
      When finally I awoke
      from a midsummer’s night dream
      with a touch of beaver fever
      there was Larry Flynt
      by my hospital bed
      singing, “Don’t Bogart that joint
      my friend, pass it over to me.”
      Larry was always
      a bit low-down and mean

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  2. famous stories about plaster casts
    they had to mix up more
    in a rush forgot the curls
    Jimi started a habit
    that day
    or some damn shit
    busy remembering
    civil war dates
    for an exam
    don’t know about enjoying more
    100% mind everything less
    come to class with luggage
    people curious about my legs
    questions about airport security
    a toe-tapping penis
    my supplements have supplements
    balloons of every color
    cheerful and optimistic genitals
    the faucet of libido gushing
    welcoming any invitation to dance
    standing up or otherwise
    (+) sex: disagreeing gracefully

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    1. Short and curly stories
      lost in the cracks of history
      Jimi and his bad habits
      discharged from the army
      for discharging indiscriminately
      Apparently it was a crime
      to be caught toe-tapping
      with some imaginary foxy lady

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  3. dreams about having a packed suitcase
    ready for a quick getaway
    met a new man today
    fabulous shoes
    long, long toes
    he was like the best cigarette I ever smoked
    instantly I was charmed and crazy in love
    how divine to combine adrenalin
    and pure meth from a lab
    twice, the Olympic stud
    (+) I heard him in the bathroom weeping

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  4. ” a comforting feeling of solidarity with friends”
    and I am thinking………..acquaintances ?
    friendship has dwindled to well nigh zilch
    the dance floor empty
    people who wore aberrations on their feet
    where have they gone ?
    someone somewhere monitors deterioration
    I have several folders under different names

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  5. you think that you know someone
    and then suddenly
    a surprise visit
    and OMG
    dead relatives
    stacks of bodies dried and deformed
    some you could identify, others total strangers
    everything became a blur, delight turned to demise
    colliding thoughts
    mental somersaults
    Leonard Cohen was there
    naked, his genitals fully exposed
    perhaps it was a weird test, Noah drunk

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    1. The condominium
      of my artistic friend
      Hieronymus Bosch
      has come crashing down
      I guess all good things
      must come to an end
      No more all night parties
      with the Toxic Twins and
      their pubescent groupies
      No more moonlit swims
      in the Caribbean
      with Jungle Jim
      rescuing Cuban refugees
      Not at least
      till the next renaissance
      Somewhere out there
      lies the broken body
      of Hieronymus Bosch
      May he rest in peace
      safe in his Holeproof socks

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  6. assault on the senses coming from two directions
    detectives at the front door
    detectives at the backdoor
    their legs were rubbery
    small crayon dicks
    nothing could stop them
    from having access to themselves
    they were seed spillers

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  7. powerless in the manacles and shackles of romance
    a love that brings God’s anger
    the reflecting love
    the golden cup
    of fornication
    past due bills from Sodom and Gomorrah:
    (+) the white heat of God’s anger
    (+) the black smell of Hell’s rectum
    past due bills for having chosen evil over righteousness
    THE FATE OF POETS AND OUTSIDERS

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  8. HE WHO ALONE IS WORTHY TO OPEN THE SCROLL OF DESTINY
    information wanted by the detectives
    school children could answer that question
    (+) one must hear the word of God
    (+) one must obey the word of God
    it is possible to bend and reshape oneself
    your sins remain but you escape bondage
    you may never rub elbows with Jesus
    but you are inside and safe
    eternal employment
    alphabet free

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    1. FACT AND FANTASY
      You are molded by what you think
      I am an artistic masterpiece crafted
      by the Master’s hand from the deep
      mysteries of quantum mechanics
      My celestial theory of relativity …
      you become what you perceive 👁️
      To be loveless is truly the prime crime
      In a broken world of circumstances
      and consequences, love divine is what
      we all need to break through and
      succeed, to roam the realms sublime
      of a much higher reality
      Hatred and fear are just saddle bags
      of heavy gravity
      Jesus Christ … he is my spirituality

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    1. This side of Armageddon
      we will not see again the likes
      of Hieronymus Bosch’s
      luxurious condominium
      That hallowed place where
      Dali painted his masterpieces
      of spiritual surrealism
      and where Pablo took refuge
      from General Franco
      and his hoodlums of fascism

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  9. Picasso was proud of his cock feathers
    they were the flowering of his genius
    his personality like a rhino horn
    daily tongue lashings
    a 1000 aspirin pain
    his art
    a little aboriginal
    a little Mardi Gras
    his chubby face penis
    often mistaken for Judi Dench

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  10. the day Picasso left Placebo Town
    a giant flood of blood fell from the sky
    washed away the road and Picasso never returned
    poets claim that red tears fell from giant floating eyes
    poets claim all sorts of things, seven golden lampstands
    among them someone like a man with eyes of blazing fire
    do not get me started
    trumpetlike voices
    priestly garments
    Yahweh Sebaoth
    overhead
    above us

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    1. I was holding up the bar at Club
      Placebo when a tourist bus full of
      heavenly hosts came looking for Pablo.
      I told them Picasso was totally
      innocent of whatever he’s accused of,
      being an artist … of course. They said
      they just wanted to raise a toast to
      the master cubist, not to give him a
      roast, so I suggested they might find
      Pablo at the Spearmint Rhino, a mile
      or two down the Damascus Road.
      As the sound system at Club Placebo
      reached biblical proportions and was
      ready to explode , the wild boys, with
      their end times toys, rode up and
      tied their horses to the Placebo pole
      dancers. At that poor Henri the
      tortoise from Toulouse-Lautrec, went
      absolutely berserk, with complaining
      to club management.
      The Salvador just sat there painting
      the toreador hallucinogenic wearing
      a poetic war mask.
      Then I heard someone yelling
      . . . “WAKE UP, DAVID!!!”

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  11. at the truck stop
    they pull and tug
    and gnash teeth often
    pleased and thankful for the outcome
    I see men wink and smile, big thumbs up
    (+) on the cover of a magazine near the cashier
    Woody Allen (tortoise without a shell) sniffing his finger

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  12. he had seen her nude but never naked
    and there it was
    a small
    perfectly shaped platypus
    he reached over and stroked its lips
    yes, there were flashing lights and 10ft. tall stop signs
    all the numbers arranged in different ways were never correct
    mathematically speaking, WILLINGNESS was the lubricant of his mistake

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    1. NAKEDNESS
      body and soul
      no fig leaf for a mask
      Honesty
      like a smooth criminal
      taking his last gasp
      facing eternity

      Aleister Crowley
      all hell bent
      Marjorie came
      Ron then went
      on the Leviticus train
      with Diablo Satana
      C’est la vie
      Aleister Crowley
      Arrivederci … una vita sana!

      The occult
      is an unholy insult
      Sleepers awake
      stop pointing a dry bone
      The spirit
      is life’s lubricant
      a loving honey milkshake
      Just like your mobile phone
      don’t go leaving home
      without it

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    2. Doctor Zaius
      has just been released
      from the Ape Planet penitentiary
      It would seem
      that this once esteemed simian
      was the victim of a false accusation
      (a real problem for anyone
      considered a celebrity)
      But then
      facial recognition
      can be problematic
      when being attacked
      by a monkey on your back
      Things
      and faces
      are still a bit foggy
      from the last time an orangutan
      slipped me a cosby

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  13. don’t know nothing about mobile phones
    I do recall times of trouble
    at the front door
    of romance
    new movies
    with apes playing humans
    super human abilities lacking intelligence
    mechanical crickets in a natural environment
    wearing multiple undergarments, alert prying eyes
    strangers complain that their genitals smell of ham salad
    loneliness is difficult to launder…..yes, loneliness reeks of ham salad

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    1. Platypussy
      was a great movie
      James Bondage up to his neck
      in ham salad and dead roses
      Roger Moore
      never say Kosher
      But then again
      Charlton Heston
      the original Omega Man
      as Moses in the wilderness
      on that Planet of the Apes
      crying out . . . .
      “Let those chimpanzees be!”
      As a consequence
      Doctor Zaius was the orangutan
      who concocted the Corona Virus
      in his Wuhan laboratory
      The Omega mutation
      will be his Opus
      as the destruction of humanity
      is his forte
      God help us!

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  14. when it comes to “Planet of the Apes”
    one can literally pull simians out of their butt
    ***NEWS FLASH: HUMANS BECOME A DEVALUED SPECIES***
    walk upright, talk, ride a horse, shoot a gun, what more could one expect ?
    woe to the earth, simian flu

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    1. the airline lied
      there was no life jacket
      under my seat
      but I found the exit
      right next to the cockpit
      so I took that fateful step
      without even a parachute
      yet instead of falling
      I was swept up
      into a fractured spectrum
      of a sky unfurling
      like a curtain torn to ribbons
      by powers and principalities
      rising and falling
      visions of angels battling
      great fire breathing dragons
      sleepwalkers oblivious
      to what is and isn’t real
      suspended in slow motion
      their mortal existence
      in the balance
      humans asleep at the wheel
      with death
      riding shotgun
      all dark and mysterious
      a marked deck in the deal
      of a losing game insidious
      faithful and true
      is the Alpha-Omega
      he be the life never ending
      shining and victorious
      from Miami to Malibu
      sea levels are rising
      as fault lines start shaking
      from Florida to California
      condominiums collapsing
      a pseudo contagion
      of placebo paranoia
      is rapidly spreading
      as shadow kingdoms
      in the light of the Son
      are finally undone
      the judgement of nations
      where power and glory
      is fetid and fleeting
      salvation is a decision
      in the believing and doing
      that sinking sand
      of an accursed land
      is no place to be standing
      when the Earth itself
      starts rocking and reeling

      “It’s so much darker when a light
      goes out, than it would have been
      if it had never shone.”

      ~John Steinbeck

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  15. Miles Davis in the front row
    of an impotence
    that he was told
    at best
    temporary
    hours and hours
    of pulling on his pud
    the truth was there but limp
    (+) high above the lower plateau of Salems, Kool cigarettes

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    1. don’t know nothing about $5
      I don’t get out of bed
      for less than a sawbuck
      in Placebo Town
      menthol was banned
      by order of Mister McLean
      the Malboro Man
      as he is a noble being
      of the collective conciousness
      at home in the Placebo Universe
      a rugged individual
      too kool for school
      the self reliant cowboy capitalist

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    1. I consulted the editor
      and head priest of Reader’s Digest
      his advice was just too condensed
      that when it comes
      to Kingdom questions
      laughter is the best medicine
      but if all else fails
      take a couple of aspirin
      and have a good lie down
      dreams of an extreme mañana
      with visions of the sublime
      are a side effect
      of a virtual spiritual enema
      doesn’t mean it’s Armageddon time
      Religion is a weapon
      a contagion in the hands
      of the compulsively insane
      the gullible played like in
      some inane computer game
      I thanked the Editor-Priest
      with a one year subscription
      and then hit the road again
      like a trailer trash Willie Nelson

      “For God is not a God of confusion
      but of peace.”

      “The natural person does not accept
      the things of the Spirit of God, for
      they are folly to him, and he is not
      able to understand them because
      they are spiritually discerned.”

      ~ Paul the Apostle

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  16. at one time
    Placebo Town was the first light
    one encountered when leaving the Void
    not saying that I come from an old family
    but my uncle was in his backyard
    when Satan floated up
    asking directions
    to his new home
    H A D E S
    “just follow your nose”
    (later Dylan turned that into a #1 hit)
    permit the scent of 10,000 rotten pole cats
    to guide you to your residence of torment
    a burning lake and a frozen lake
    and things better not spoken

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    1. Much to my surprise
      an affordable meal
      can be found
      at the shopping mall
      in Placebo Town
      In a corner cafe
      a newborn baby was busy
      being fed on the breast
      I said that I’m a hungry man
      and not meaning to be rash
      but could I possibly be next?
      More out of pity than greed
      that mother mercifully agreed
      after insisting on cash

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  17. Eve was troubled by memories of life before Adam
    between moments of existence, it was not Adam’s face
    that pressed itself to her, seeding her without warning
    one could say, “paradise was erased before it was written”

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    1. Did Eve
      have an umbilicus
      prior to the eviction
      from the Garden
      or even a uterus
      ready to function?
      After the fall
      as a consequence
      did Adam’s testicles
      shrivel up
      into neuticles
      balls and all?
      I’ve searched the records
      but this vital information
      is sadly not written

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  18. “what people can’t grasp is that there were thousands
    of Adams and Eves after the exit from Eden”
    ………………………..Rusty the Rabbi
    “I don’t really give a rat’s ass about Adam and Eve
    after the exit from Eden. They just became manpower
    for the underworld. I think the original Eve still does
    attendance at the burning lake”
    ————–MultipleMichael

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    1. Eve
      now wears
      make-up
      and frilly knickers
      in order to attract lovers
      and kindle their desire

      Satan
      now wears
      make-up
      and sheepskin
      to attract humans
      to come join him
      in that burning lake of fire

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  19. it wasn’t that Satan and Eve were strangers
    long before she was sucked from the marrow of Adam
    Eve was 100% male and a member of the “Lucifer Fan Club”
    (+) please note that there were no female angels, no female angels today

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  20. they say it is about heirs and inheritors of God’s Kingdom
    to stand in his company, to risk being gobbled up
    he who puts no trust in his servants
    angering an old friend
    with the human race
    Adam naming sheep
    in his sleep

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    1. Adam
      was reduced
      to a sorry specimen
      like a broken shell
      a mere shadow
      of his former self
      after just one night
      at the Honeymoon Hotel
      with that night manager
      peeping through the keyhole
      at a naked tortoise

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  21. poetry workshop:
    God is actively removing his will from humans
    leaving behind some traces of divine power
    it is common that people express love
    a habit troublesome for angels
    knowing humans lack
    any definition

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    1. Placebo Town frowns upon
      any form of poetic romance
      At friday night fight club
      where love is a sign of weakness
      you best to keep your humanity
      well and truly hidden
      deep down in your pants

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    1. Could it possibly be
      that some things
      you thought you knew
      were true . . . but
      on a whole other level
      Babylon is the mother
      of mysteries
      Theology
      Philosophy
      The truth is simple
      In Christ Jesus
      the invisible God
      made visible
      But then . . .
      people do love a carnival
      in the endless search
      for divine perfection
      The complex of chaos
      wheels within the spirals
      of perpetual motion
      Creation and destruction

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    1. Who knows, Plato?
      Rusty the Rabbi resembles
      that remark. A fatwa too far
      aboard Noah’s lost ark.
      Ostracised ostriches
      voracious vultures
      and estranged eagles
      all scratching in the dark.

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  22. a young Mick Jagger on stage
    more skinny than skinny
    a limited audience
    dressed in Dollar Store capes
    probably devil worship Halloween
    Mick sings, “what’s my name” 10,000 times
    he goes overboard, way overboard
    ends up removing his shirt
    an image of a horned one
    painted on his chest
    ( I fainted, John and Yoko are in the audience)
    (+) I am informed that people who masturbate
    to this video, hold the squirt for the Lennon
    appearance

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    1. Some call Yoko Ono
      a performance artist . . .

      Caravaggio
      once signed his name
      in the blood of John the Baptist
      He never again
      signed any of his paintings
      Michelangelo Caravaggio
      the tragic visceral artist
      Lucien Freud
      the grandson of Sigmund
      was left null and void
      when Picasso seduced
      his fiancée right in front of him
      All I know
      is that you’ll be sorry
      and she’ll be sore
      if ever you ever
      introduce your girlfriend
      to Pablo the minotaur
      that randy sex fiend
      From then on
      all of Lucien’s paintings
      were like a carnal crash scene
      from that Andy Warhol movie
      ‘Flesh For Frankenstein’
      Some called it Expressionism
      I call it a horror show
      spawned of a cerebral embolism

      Some call Yoko Ono
      a performance artist . . .
      I don’t know what that means?
      I just don’t understand.
      Didn’t John Lennon
      refer to her as plastic?
      Yoko and her Ono band.

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  23. people often ask me
    about Yoko
    at best,
    she’s one of those creatures that science can’t explain
    millions of hours she sat two feet from John like a loyal pet
    crude friends have said that she has a Satanic vaginal tube
    you put your dong in and Lord-have-mercy its stuck
    pull with all your might, just heavenly pleasure

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    1. The Night Porter
      at the Hilton Placebo
      looks just like Ronnie Wood
      in a cheap rental tuxedo
      When I asked him
      what was his game
      and who was his tailor
      he swore that Mick Jagger
      was nowhere near
      and not the one to blame

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  24. poetry workshop:
    a group of educated people justifying Jesus
    costs and rewards for 45 minutes
    I was daydreaming about last night
    the night porter and his pillow soft buzz
    Cat Stevens at his best
    wooed by narcotics
    pity those
    forsaking
    today
    for tomorrow

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    1. Apologists
      apologising for Leviticus
      Evangelists
      attempting to raise Lazarus
      Poets and daydreamers
      stoking that fire down below
      with their knickers in a twist
      Burnt out hippies
      chasing moon shadows
      An infidel Cat Stevens
      at his blasphemous best
      The Oracle of Delphi
      in a delirious trance
      once whispered in my ear
      “Dreamer, know thyself,
      and always remember
      . . . nothing in excess.”

      Back at the Honeymoon Hotel
      as I lay down to rest
      I found a note under my pillow
      saying …
      “Apologise for yourself!
      For the living
      tomorrow is always
      the penultimate test.”

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  25. for the living
    tomorrow
    is the test
    what
    I thought was a bomb
    turned out to be a fuel intake explosion
    they said that I wouldn’t live
    and I died a thousand deaths
    parts missing
    some growing on animals
    didn’t much matter
    I spent a lot of time
    talking about Noah
    when asked to change the subject
    I would dive into Adam and Eve
    begging for a liquor never brewed
    pancakes from heaven, light and fluffy
    Jesus told me daily that he had respect for my pain
    he would suggest that I had enough
    and not ask for more

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  26. try as I might
    I could not recall their faces
    Adam and Eve and Noah and Satan
    funky valentines piled up over the years
    all our choices will be justified in the end
    the school bus of “not now”
    it slows but never stops
    I wave at the life
    I never lived

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  27. I wave at the life I never lived
    wife one wife two wife three
    naked children by the road
    begging for a hand-out
    a religion of denial
    Sabbath Bath Salts
    mental masochism
    anguish and despair
    bypassing brotherly love

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    1. a hermit
      at the outer limit
      of incongruous chaos
      and a rebellious recluse
      stone free
      emotionally impervious
      and spirituality footloose
      on a reckless spree
      I never asked
      for what eventually
      happened to pitiful me
      I never made any request
      to be fortuitously blessed
      the life I lived
      surviving calamity
      broken bits healed
      wives and children many
      the fullness of life revealed
      divine providence at it’s best
      Some mother or other
      musta been praying for me
      whoever woulda guessed?

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  28. go to church
    everyone busy veiling themselves
    100% reluctance to be open and honest
    (+) the omission of markers
    (+) the strictures on expression
    I wave at aggressive self-denial
    the life I never lived

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  29. romance:
    (+) the dark into an opportunity
    (+) a form of sensual masochism
    how many valentines will show up in your valentine box ?
    the status quo:
    the cheerleaders
    the jocks
    (+) trying to transcend “anxiety of gender”
    (+) trying not to transcend “anxiety of gender”

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  30. forced
    to walk naked in front of the nuns
    who judged our piss/shit stains
    children in prison
    serving the Lord
    (+) the nuns preached, “emergence through opposition”
    going to the toilet took on metaphysical proportions
    the older boys slept there waiting to beat you, rape you
    fellow inmates refused to eat and died of thirst
    the secret was to become obedient unto death
    (+) test the loving Jesus of the Cross
    (+) punch him in the nose and take his place

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  31. (+) to rob Jesus of his glory
    (+) to pleasure death
    the life I never lived:
    a thousand wives
    countless snot-nosed children
    clad in prison garb
    littering the country side
    (+) the pressing need for money
    what a joke, I never lived that life
    adoring hearts are never broke
    I opened mine and asked others
    to take a stab

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  32. Polar bears from way up north
    taught me everything I know
    they coughed up diamonds and gold
    keeping me toasty warm
    while others froze
    (+) I was the only one not afraid to punch Jesus in the nose
    (+) I pleasured my death and the death of anyone afraid

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  33. those who hammered me to my grave
    claimed the Polar bears were manmade
    not God-made
    truckloads of Hebrew and Greek texts
    Beatle lyrics and dusty Quakers agreed
    I had no right to challenge widely held beliefs
    (+) I had no right to pleasure death
    (+) I had no right to trim the feathers of loneliness

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  34. after every performance
    “why didst thou leave me ?”
    (+) a fresh angle cut on the feathers
    the poet with his loneliness
    no lofty flight
    the heart wrapped
    the intellect so limited
    me legs in a box
    I keep out of sight
    me legs in a box
    always cold

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  35. the sign over the door:
    “we don’t take kindly to the intellect”
    I had visions of topless women
    welcoming warm hands
    “feel the strength of our hearts”
    I suffer daydreams of females
    eager to share emotional responses

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