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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2,013 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

      1. “And above all, watch with glittering
        eyes the whole world around you
        because the greatest secrets are
        always hidden in the most unlikely
        places. Those who don’t believe in
        magic will never find it.”

        ~ Roald Dahl

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  1. the Spoon Lady
    that’s my mom
    my aunt, my cousin
    my babysitter, my first grade teacher
    the lady in the cafeteria spooning out lunch
    not the first girl I ever kissed but the first one
    I bruised my loins loving, serious cheap carpet burns

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    1. I love to spoon
      with the Spoon Lady
      from Muskogee
      my cute little hillbilly
      She always begin to swoon
      every time I play her a tune
      from sweet home Mississippi
      On our honeymoon
      I tried my best
      not to blast off too soon
      but when she took a deep breath
      and took out her teeth
      I was already halfway to the moon

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  2. bloodless sports
    gender became an issue
    Miriam and Deborah from Scripture
    given a crew cut and a codpiece stuffed
    no one could deny that their earthly ties
    were so overpowering that they needed man
    to interpret God’s will, to dish out divine inspiration
    “we’re on the team, boys. we’re Eve, we will generate
    a host of Eves and before you know it, men will be sidelined”
    (+) inferiors in the hands of darkness
    (+) nothing in ourselves, everything in the Lord

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  3. dependence on God
    anyone questioning
    why they cannot
    sidestep earth
    should answer that question late at night
    decipher the meaning of things in the dark
    with the eyes closed, the feel of demons about
    no comfort just doom, the vapors of butt crack

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  4. afraid to go outside
    the trees have pubic hair
    armpit hair under their branches
    mundane outside turned upside down
    the groom can be heard drilling his pecker hole
    the bride questioning garden shears or scissors

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  5. embedded in the indirection of strangers
    people dressed in gray with generic features
    detectives often spit out aphorisms, witty and dry
    guilty or innocent, chitchat about truck stop chafe
    wearisome toil
    all those horny guys
    who bear God’s image
    and claim regal standing

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    1. What goes in must come out
      I don’t worry too much about it
      My outside likes to be thanked
      on the inside
      with a spank of her rawhide
      An opiate sublime
      for someone
      who’s had enough of division
      that wild ride of multiplication
      A fulsome orgasm ☯️
      takes me back
      to the Garden of Eden

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    2. “Let me be monosyllabic today,
      O Lord. Yesterday I loosed a snarl
      of words on a fool, on a child.
      Today, let me be monosyllabic
      … a crony of old men who wash
      sunlight in their fingers and enjoy
      slow-pacing clocks.”

      ~ Carl Sandburg

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  6. fruitless struggles
    I get paid to translate
    left or right, it doesn’t matter
    step outside the burning lake, Brother
    take a mate and start a life like the living
    a parallel with humans up above is a challenge
    up above: sickness unto death
    down below: sickness unto death
    DEATH IN HELL: release from restless thoughts
    imperfection in a race car speeding towards perfection
    imperfection in a rocket ship roaring towards perfection
    (+) imperfection in a loving heart, foul and black

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    1. Being seeded to succeed
      but one in a hundred thousand
      To obtain the crown of perfection
      in this land of desecration
      where failure is inbred
      perfection is but a delusion
      Not one in a hundred billion

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  7. the guy was talking about his life ending in grade school
    education: wayward and misleading powers of error
    crookedness starting with the alarm clock
    school bus straight through
    serpent tangles
    the building
    had scales
    (+) that was then and now is no longer then
    the guy was saying that all exits from education were rectal
    nothing will remove the stain, the smell
    no mistaking backside errors

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    1. By the condominium
      salt water swimming pool
      I was in need of a hand
      reading a deep end book
      called ‘A Farewell to Arms’
      but there was all this
      pandemonium going down
      Fire trucks and alarms
      Trying hard not to look
      despite all the distractions
      I asked the drinks waiter
      to hold up my book
      having reached the final chapter

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  8. don’t know much about stepping in the same river
    I do know that I want to distance myself from those
    who deny, refuse, oppose, or are skeptical of Jesus Christ
    the Hopi call him, Yeshua ben Yussuf
    in grade school, the smart kid
    asked the instructor
    if the Hopi Nation
    woke up in Hawaii
    would they explode ?

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    1. Don’t know much about Hopi pottery
      or the price of being an antichrist
      My beloved shaman
      Howling Bear Runs With Junkies
      was of the Cherokee Nation
      He went to Miami
      on a long overdue vacation
      but sadly he stayed a day too long
      at Hieronymus Bosch’s condominium
      The one build right next to
      the Grand Canyon
      When will they ever learn?
      One sweet day
      my medicine man will return

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  9. the Hopi Nation
    what can I say ?
    maybe I got in with a bad lot
    I was expecting a spiritual experience
    what can I say ?
    avenues of garbage
    sad, sad, sad, sad hearts
    extreme money grubbing
    (+) children licked my car, said that it tasted like cherry

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  10. My world:
    older adults are rarely free of restraints
    the law says that they wander off or fall down
    often they are given medication that makes them upside-down
    they salute one another with the finger
    using sturdy thick blackguard words
    from another era, another location
    oral sex therapy, soft dongs squirt
    everyone has their favorite

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  11. television suggests that the arts have gone astray
    music just vulgar noise
    movies without subject matter
    lacking a beginning and a proper end
    actors have forgotten how to recite lines
    white poets write about their sex and drug habits
    white poets who have outlived senior citizen recognition
    consume pure meth and blow kisses to Jagger in his space socks

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    1. The Full Circle:

      In the Nimrod Suite
      At the Babylon Hotel
      Narcissus is on trial
      For being way past
      His use by date
      Infantile post-modern art
      of no discernible talent
      Hangs in the hallways
      For the amusement
      Of the pampered guests
      At the Babylon Hotel
      As euphanasia is given
      A big kick start
      Sounding much like
      Geriatric rock ‘n’ roll
      For the generic soul
      Of a meaningless generation
      With hillbilly heroin
      Available on prescription
      Just be sure
      To give generously
      When paying the ferryman
      At the Babylon Hotel
      Where all are most welcome

      At the Babylon Hotel
      After outliving Jethro Tull
      Aqualung is now in fashion
      And in total control
      As his latest manifestation
      An avatar in a respirator
      The Omega Mutation
      He will hold your last breath
      As you make your confession
      With a final benediction …

      “May the circle of your
      addiction be unbroken.”

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  12. to hold my last breath
    The Omega Mutation
    would have to wear gloves
    the size of a dump truck
    (+) my best friend loved “Aqualung”
    the version they play now is different
    even “Thick as a Brick” is no longer the same
    this is true for Beatle songs also
    anything that might alter your brain waves
    has been re-conditioned
    I never stay at the Babylon Hotel
    the Honeymoon Hotel Baths OMG
    big fat dongs begging for attention
    the brides all busy upstairs
    making digital wedding albums
    nothing wrong with hillbilly heroin
    it wraps you in the softest material
    this side of space cotton
    and deposits you on heavenly clouds
    the price is steep but that’s old news
    God Bless hillbilly heroin and meth
    (+) no longer an ape, hello homo erectus

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    1. Jack Kerouac
      and Allen Ginsberg
      could not believe
      what the dump truck
      they’d just heard
      In the shuffling madness
      the Gods of Mount Olympus
      took to the streets
      with gloves the size
      of greyhound buses
      to catch that last boast
      the Multiplication
      had just spoken
      leaving all the brides
      of Frankenstein breathless
      at the Hotel Babylon
      Robert Frost was left
      in the aftermath
      to count the cost
      of those pills most taken
      to a homo sapien
      But your wise men
      don’t know how it feels
      to be limp as a junkie’s prick

      “But why must all the operations
      in life be performed without an
      anesthetic?”

      ~ Ernest Hemingway

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  13. Robert Frost and Machine Gun Kelly
    are kept in an empty
    instant mashed potato box
    in the garage
    sort-of-like
    “I Dream of Jeannie”
    only lacking the budget
    as for the use of a boast
    tricky devils
    like pancakes
    one must know
    when to flip them
    gloves the size of greyhound buses
    Lord only knows
    where does one store them ?
    limp dicks are a thing of the past
    females have survived all these years
    without them
    why can’t men ?
    as for Babylon Brides
    I need not dramatize
    the presence of dangerous gases
    in their bloated woman parts

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    1. I’m the one who blew
      that hole in space and time
      sending a divine shiver
      down the spine
      of Mother Nature
      Beyond any doubt
      I am the Alpha Lover
      The Hammer of Slow
      King of all that rings
      way down below
      as I cast a mighty shadow
      with an ocean of blow
      from my balls like boulders
      balanced upon the shoulders
      of Amazon warrior priestesses
      Captives to my caresses
      as I cream their Jean Genie
      with my magical phallus
      conjuring screams of ecstasy
      Furtive armies
      of virgin soldiers
      have surrendered
      to their amorous fate
      Laid low by a burst
      of my fertile ejaculate
      Resistance is useless
      as I try hard not to boast

      ~ Ezra Hard-Pound

      (He who even blew the nightie
      off Mighty Aphrodite 👗😎
      Woody Allen, that flaccid tortoise,
      was so impressed he made a movie!)

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  14. can you imagine Machine Gun Kelly
    trapped in a box with Robert Frost ?
    “but I chafe against traditional views”
    Robert was an enemy of modern times
    males were not to step out
    of their prescribed “manly” roles
    (+) Machine Gun Kelly was outside the realm of anesthetics

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  15. in bed next to the wife
    as she was having intercourse
    with a young muscular student
    he doesn’t have the largest penis
    in the world but it has a nice curve
    and makes the wife mutter “F” words
    she doesn’t know that his services cost
    he thinks of himself as Mister Alpha Lover
    too young to know the penalties of fast living
    the foretaste of death
    rumored to be
    a hangover
    from sustaining life
    who was I to speak of sustaining life ?
    who was I to mention the foretaste of death ?
    (+) I was paying him to sex my wife

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    1. I once had a wife
      who felt that
      having sex is a crime
      Now I have a wife
      who wants it
      all of the time
      Making it legal
      has taken away
      much of the appeal
      But I do my best
      and try not to whine

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  16. life circles us
    at night around the fire
    the native Americans
    shoot arrows in our backs
    during the day the rocks and sand
    suck the moisture from us
    we’ve eaten the horses
    and travel by foot
    life circles us

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    1. My beloved shaman …
      Howling Bear Who Runs With Junkies
      the Cherokee medicine man,
      initiated me into the Cherokee nation
      (a rather painful ordeal that I never
      bring up in polite conversation).
      I was then obliged to marry his rather
      homely daughter, Purring Beaver.
      So, I now have the reassurance
      I’ve escaped the fate of the paleface.
      To toil and die in a land
      bereft their ancestor’s embrace.
      Now I sleep like the hibernating bear,
      even when the spirits are restless.

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  17. I was going to say
    that some of the guys
    are pissing red
    on second thought
    we’re all passing blood
    it is impossible to rest at night
    with all the arrows we carry
    “why Lord, why ? we were only passing through”

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  18. learning to live through our eyes
    and the fog of reality
    laughing at the large bones
    we encounter
    what if Noah saw them pass by ?
    knowing that we have troubled
    the wild creatures and the people
    perhaps we are the nightmare future
    just to look at us
    without knowing our names
    it would be difficult
    to know our minds

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  19. THIS IS A TERRIBLE THING TO PUT IN PRINT:
    beings that come from a more perfect world
    view beings delivered from the human vagina
    no better than turds
    the birth concept is heartless
    cover your ears
    close your eyes
    speak not

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    1. “Finally, brothers and sisters,
      whatever is true, whatever is noble,
      whatever is right, whatever is pure,
      whatever is lovely, whatever is
      admirable—if anything is excellent
      or praiseworthy—think about such
      things. 9 Whatever you have learned
      or received or heard from me, or
      seen in me—put it into practice. And
      the God of peace will be with you.”

      ~ Paul the Apostle

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    1. A MASTERCLASS IN RACIAL PROFILING;

      We hate the Saxon and the Dane,
      We hate the Norman men-
      We cursed their greed for blood and gain,
      We curse them now again.
      Yet start not, Irish-born man!
      If you’re to Ireland true,
      We heed not blood, nor creed, nor clan
      We have no curse for you.
      We have no curse for you or yours,
      But Friendship’s ready grasp,
      And Faith to stand by you and yours
      Unto our latest gasp-
      To stand by you against all foes,
      Howe’er, or whence they come,
      With traitor arts, or bribes, or blows,
      From England, France, or Rome.
      What matter that at different shrines
      We pray unto one God?
      What matter that at different times
      Your fathers won this sod?
      In fortune and in name we’re bound
      By stronger links than steel;
      And neither can be safe nor sound
      But in the other’s weal.
      As Nubian rocks, and Ethiop sand
      Long drifting down the Nile,
      Built up old Egypt’s fertile land
      For many a hundred mile,
      So Pagan clans to Ireland came,
      And clans of Christendom,
      Yet joined their wisdom and their fame
      To build a nation from.
      Here came the brown Phoenician,
      The man of trade and toil-
      Here came the proud Milesian,
      A hungering for spoil;
      And the Firbolg and the Cymry,
      And the hard, enduring Dane,
      And the iron Lords of Normandy,
      With the Saxons in their train.
      And oh! it were a gallant deed
      To show before mankind,
      How every race and every creed
      Might be by love combined-
      Might be combined, yet not forget
      The fountains whence they rose,
      As, filled by many a rivulet,
      The stately Shannon flows.
      Nor would we wreak our ancient feud
      On Belgian or on Dane,
      Nor visit in a hostile mood
      The hearths of Gaul or Spain;
      But long as on our country lies
      The Anglo-Norman yoke,
      Their tyranny we’ll stigmatize,
      And God’s revenge invoke.
      We do not hate, we never cursed,
      Nor spoke a foeman’s word
      Against a man in Ireland nursed,
      Howe’er we thought he erred;
      So start not, Irish-born man,
      If you’re to Ireland true,
      We heed not race, nor creed, nor clan,
      We’ve hearts and hands for you.

      ~Thomas Davis

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  20. life circles us
    they call one another brother
    and it sounds good off the tongue
    but they blind and cripple the weak
    and direct them straight to the stew pot
    the strong survive to labor and reproduce
    God help you if you have a vagina
    God help you if you do not
    life circles us

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  21. life circles us
    from up above
    and down below
    Dolly Parton naked
    begging the menfolk
    to have a look to have a feel
    her inability to understand
    did not hamper her gender
    her privates contributing
    to those obedient
    unto death
    life circles
    us

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  22. life circles us
    sorry if I insulted Hollywood native Americans
    the native Americans we are dealing with are buzzards
    the stomach turners that sit on the tops of tall trees
    mothers that eat babies of all shapes and colors
    the real native Americans
    not Ken and Barbie
    in museum drag
    life circles us

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    1. WHEN THE EARTH IS RAVAGED
      AND THE ANIMALS ARE DYING,
      A NEW TRIBE OF PEOPLE SHALL
      COME UNTO THE EARTH FROM
      MANY COLORS, CREEDS, AND
      CLASSES, AND WHO BY THEIR
      ACTIONS AND DEEDS SHALL
      MAKE THE EARTH GREEN AGAIN.
      THEY SHALL BE KNOWN AS THE
      WARRIORS OF THE RAINBOW.

      ~ HOPI PROPHECY

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  23. I still chuckle
    thinking about Robert Whitaker
    peeking through the mail slot
    trying to figure out
    if the night porter was present
    for reasons unknown
    Robert feared the night porter
    “you are aware that he has wings”
    yes, I knew he was the front door knock of death
    one cannot live day to day in fear of shutdown
    I call him often to bring over the good stuff
    chemicals are one thing
    sharing them with death
    that’s hell and back
    (+) truck stop tar of the day: poodle poop

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    1. OLD PLACEBO TOWN

      For what it’s worth
      I was told to alway
      reach for the crown
      but I was blindfolded at birth
      Now I’ve got to leave
      old Placebo Town
      before the firing squad
      does it’s worst
      And the leavings
      gonna get me down
      like the sound of a bullet burst
      to the back of the brain

      Back in nineteen sixty-four
      I remember Daddy
      walking out the door
      Mama told me
      he was going to war
      but he was leaving
      to be with his two bit whore
      The one he found
      in old Placebo Town
      sliding in jizz
      on a seedy dance floor

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  24. what we value
    can never be ours
    (the human part would destroy it)
    we can only possess what we love
    if it is reflected or recreated
    ———————————-
    Eve standing covered in serpent seed
    Adam too stupid to run away
    too stupid to run to God
    too stupid to say
    “I’m innocent”

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  25. circles of black shapes overhead
    the words “ceaseless torture”
    nailed fast to a memory
    what once I was
    (+) what once I was
    Michael split within himself
    a divided self
    paving the path with words
    expectations from others
    can I deliver above and beyond ?
    can I protect my inner core ?
    private self with the clay mask
    terrified to cry himself public

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  26. terrified to cry myself public
    and yet there hang my undies to dry
    not a fallen hero just a tormented fellow
    self-pitying in quicksand unable to act
    should I pray to he above my reach
    to wash my inner light clean
    refresh my sight
    return my voice
    to rejoice
    with him

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    1. Behind my
      Ray-Ban sunglasses
      I fell fast asleep
      at the premiere performance
      of Disney On Ice
      Sweet dreams
      came thick and fast
      riding a fulcrum
      at the centre point
      of this luminous existence
      A rubik’s cube in my head
      kept on spinning around
      to a monastic chanting sound
      From a mountain top spiralling
      a view to astound
      with golden clouds swirling
      so high above the forgotten ground
      Everything that ever was
      and will ever be
      fitting together in perfect harmony

      I was then rudely awoken
      by the clanging of reality
      Surreptitiously
      the hand of gravity
      had kept a hold on me
      Sweet dreams aren’t always
      what they’re cracked up to be

      But everything exposed by the light
      becomes visible—and everything
      that is illuminated becomes a light.
      This is why it is said:

      “Wake up, sleeper,
      rise from the dead,
      and Christ will shine on you.”

      ~Paul of Tarsus

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  27. “I must not quarrel with myself”
    looking up at the clouds
    they are marching across the sky
    animal shapes towards the Ark
    those crazy guys at headquarters
    they know what brings a smile
    if only Salvador Dali could hold my hand
    we would wrestle the contradictions
    between duty and comfort
    Salvador wrote the book
    on the private self
    and the public self
    the torments of the divided self
    “I must not quarrel with myself”

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    1. Something was stirring
      in the basement of the
      Honeymoon Hotel
      We all heard the sound
      of wings unfurling
      and a frightful howl
      as from the bowels of hell
      From the relative safety
      of the Placebo Town Library
      Jack Kerouac said
      we had better go take a look
      Allen Ginsberg
      with his head stuck
      in a Sylvia Plath poetry book
      was in total disagreement
      Curiosity got
      the better of me
      as I crept down into
      the Honeymoon Hotel basement
      with a fearless librarian
      who looked a bit
      like Natalie Portman

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    1. The Law of Love
      rules from high above
      yet down in the mud
      Salvador was kind enough
      to crown me the Mighty Muk
      after being gored by a minotaur
      in the employ
      of the Hallucinogenic Toreador
      and just my luck
      he then made me a witness
      to the madness
      riding shotgun
      in a Chevy pick up truck

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    1. In Placebo Town
      the only poetry is graffiti
      It glows in a darkened alley
      and tastes of a lost reality
      where the worst of the physical
      meets a thirst for the spiritual
      All the good citizens
      eventually pass that alleyway
      some reluctantly
      some gladly

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  28. the alley with the graffiti
    where every groom and bride
    exchange their first “I love you”
    (+) often the start of a long and tortuous history
    the Honeymoon Hotel
    where the bride leaks corrosions
    as the groom daydreams of more powerful stimuli

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  29. seems like Prince is following me these days
    I was purchasing some No-Doze
    and in the background I heard “Purple Rain”
    they say that he could tame the waters
    from my experience
    tame one evil
    but not another
    somewhere
    sometime
    you run into a well-dressed Death
    he has you for lunch
    you are no more than a fancy pickle
    sadly, Death remains an undeniable part
    of our predicament
    creative annihilation
    REDUCTION
    Death may seem civilized
    but cornered and forced to protect itself
    Death is terrifying and real
    possibly the only real event
    of our numbered days
    I pity those not knowing
    about Judgment

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  30. No-Doze and bath salts
    and the neighbor’s son eats a living face
    things happen
    mysteries and silences
    just like Sgt. Pepper
    there is a regular rhythm to thoughts and feelings
    (+) poets fear re-echoing themselves
    blow out those birthday candles
    pray for expansion
    not completion

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    1. No-Doze and overdoses
      the fluffy stuff
      of a deep kaleidoscopic state
      the mushroom conspiracy is within
      the Beatles tried to warn us
      but Sgt. Pepper came too late
      reason doesn’t just know things
      where nothing is happening
      the noise is deafening
      expansions
      subtracting and revolving
      deep dreams
      in living circles surrounds us
      high underground
      in the purple rain
      a mushroom is growing

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    1. Seen through the toxic haze
      of a pseudo maze
      all fleshly things seem unclean
      and oddly perverse
      That’s the Placebo Town curse
      Only a blessing true
      will undo that view
      and slam it into reverse
      All that is seen
      is not what it seems

      deep dreams
      in living circles surround us
      Rio de Janeiro
      and that statue of Jesus

      sleeper awake
      but for heaven’s sake
      don’t take those No-Doze
      you don’t need a weather man
      to know which way the wind blows

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    2. it would seem
      that cream floats
      so get on top
      of life’s sinking boat
      death in an elevator
      just too extreme
      the price of fame
      a Prince high and dry
      killing the pain
      as doves cry
      in the purple rain
      a raspberry beret
      covered in cream
      all down the drain

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    1. What goes around
      comes around
      in Placebo Town
      where all things
      are out of balance
      from the pseudo romance
      at the Honeymoon Hotel
      where Debbie does Dallas
      to the Convent of Domination
      where the next generation
      gets ready for
      the coming slaughter
      Meanwhile Natalie Portman
      shaves her V for vagina
      Vengeance is neat
      and sweet when you’re
      the Night Manager’s daughter
      One by one
      the paying guests all checkout
      at the request
      of a big beast vendetta

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  31. E.A. Poe at the grave
    “what does it take to raise this loveliness ?”
    more than the pull of the moon
    the face of the sun
    more than hillbillies
    playing the spoons
    a loaded gun
    or a naked grandmother
    take out her teeth
    and ask, “wanna have some fun ?”

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    1. “What should such fellows as I do
      crawling between earth and heaven?”

      “I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.”

      ~ William Shakespeare

      Oh, what a tangled web we weave
      when first we begin to breathe.
      Shakespeare was under no illusion.

      “My father compounded with my
      mother under the Dragon’s tail, and
      my nativity was under Ursa Major,
      so that it follows, I am roughand
      lecherous. Tut, I should have been
      that I am, had the maidenliest star
      in the firmament twinkled on my
      bastardizing.”

      “But we have reason to cool our
      raging motions, our carnal stings,
      our unbitted lusts; whereof I take
      this that you call love. to bea sect
      or scion. It is merely a lust of the
      blood and a permission of the will.”

      “A rarer spirit never did steer humanity; but you gods will give us
      some faults to make us men.”

      ~ William Shakespeare

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    2. I was betrayed
      by my nearest and dearest
      like Judas Iscariot
      handed over to a rapist
      with a license
      that dominatrix physiotherapist
      She always meets me at the door
      saying …
      “More is less,
      and less is more.
      If the pain gets too much
      don’t bother complaining.
      I know that’s really
      what you come here for.”

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  32. William was consistent with the intricacies
    of day to day
    vaguely biblical in his underpants
    there was a shimmering to his genitals
    he said, “we may encounter limits
    but I am not tied down”
    he was marvelous
    taking every act to the limit
    climbing heavenward
    to ring the bell
    and
    slowly returning
    in his arms

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  33. to this day, Shakespeare lives under the library
    sometimes discovered, eventually lost
    I stopped sending valentines
    aware that delivery
    was doubtful
    if not dumb
    (+) his pet name for his penis, the Mystery Tree
    (+) a favorite poem was about an angel
    dipping William’s penis in liquid gold
    “the shine will make up for what it lacks in length”

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    1. A Shakespearean Coincidence!
      My main man in Placebo Town
      was a street sorcerer who went
      by the name of Prospero. He kept
      an office in the basement of the
      library, where Johnny mixed up
      the medicine. Hence his gear was
      alway the best. Prospero proudly
      called it a spoon full of tempest.

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