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
David Redpath 
the horns loud and clear
objectives of common life
rats running, bugs and children
farmers planting crops in the soil
packing seed in the sewer at night
backward and forward center searching
to-and-fro in all directions, evermore about to be
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not every woman will show you her polyp
her clock face of anger
that’s another story
isolation surface
cold and alone
crying
weariness
fatigued fists
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my cemetery shoes are not special
but they sleep separate
the others weep
grow restless
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a woman who grants
a free get out of jail
a ticket to prowl
a peek at her
polyp
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Whilst spawning
in a synchronised fashion
Coral will bud off her polyp
oblivious to anyone watching
A full moon in November
always gets her going
Primal espresso is the journey
reproduction is the destination
Many a foolhardy tourist
exploring underwater
flora and fauna-cation
has come to grief
so proceed with care when diving
her Great Barrier Reef
on your next antipodean vacation
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Placebo Township is so gray that colorful birds never visit
of course, there are crows, ravens, and sparrows on harvest week
—————————–harvest week,
they uncover the face of the tap root
just as Christ has slapped the face
of death
Christ has slapped the tap root
victory through violence
(+) firstborn bird
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No longer dancing
with those stones of grey
No more spreading
the processed mayo
from a town called Placebo
I now thank the Lord
every single day
for the multiple blessings
with all the salad dressings
that come my way
Death is timing it out
on a cold bench in the dugout
despite a life spent and bent
in the multifaceted art
of going astray
I have been spared
on many occasion
far too many to mention
to breathe the air
free of conspiracy and fear
in the getting of wisdom
The soul released
with the gift of inner peace
That’s about all I’ve got to say
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this layer of life
has almost nothing to do
with the eternal turn of the screw
Hollywood is Hollywood
the long-awaited day
Watch Out Brother
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Once upon a time in Placebo Town
everything was hip and groovy
all the way from dusk till dawn
like a retro Quentin Tarantino movie
filmed by the rivers of Babylon
But … as with that Harry Potter saga
daylight soon became twilight
as each installment grew darker
The night manager loves that taste
of chaos mixed with high drama
Life and death is but a screen test
. . . a movie trailer for the hereafter
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standing outside heaven naked
empty handed and broken hearted
clothing be made from righteous acts
woven
of the countless acts of faithful obedience
the great apes blind to the visible kingdom
deaf to the song of the heavenly multitude
blind to the dazzling whiteness of purity
standing outside heaven naked
empty handed
broken hearted
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the night porter called
said that he felt a tad bit sad
the night porter and leftover me
we went through the younger years
back when men used the Bible as a weapon
broken bones and rectal scars
he lived in the shadows
I was on the stage
nightly miracles
cash upfront
(+) I could deactivate the orbitofrontal cortex
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Adam walking around in a circle
God begs him to make the present the past
Eve like a drunk monkey weaving and zigzagging
time passed was on her mind, make yesterday today
citizens from Placebo Town lined up on the river’s shore
making faces and igniting fireworks to scare away tourists
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Adam’s foundation of yesterday
is blowing in the wind
like a scarecrow in a tornado
Just a down and out hobbo
begging for coins
on the mean streets of Placebo
Tomorrow stands naked
at the crossroads
wondering which way to go
as today is refusing to pay the bill
for a short stay
at the Honeymoon Hotel
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layer after layer
how many times have you shed ?
hot Christians
cold Christians
lukewarm, Baby spit you out
no room for sinners
stuck in the middle
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down the highway
female bodies littering both sides
gender wrappers
past the reform school for victims
over the bridge of menstruation
down the highway
where men wear their underwear on the outside
afraid of almost everything
sharp teeth and marriage
insatiable lovers
real
and otherwise
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a good number of people
pray that Diego Rivera
will leave town
bye-bye
Diego
Placebo Town has its own Greenwich Village
one can go there late at night
and have a drink
that looks like
green suede
an unguarded approach to life
is a beautiful thing
(+) life captured in a lithograph of tigers and butterflies
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I was on the red carpet
hiding in plain sight
from the debt collectors
(Those Hell’s Angels never give up
. . . especially when working for
the Night Manager, and there’s big
money in it.)
when Machine Gun Kelly
and Diego Rivera got into a fight
Something to do with Frida Kahlo
and a missing self portrait
Through a cloud of toxic dust
Leon Trotsky and I took the last
neural pathway on the right
just as the North Tower collapsed
and Lady Liberty
disappeared from sight
Sadly Leon didn’t make it
after an ice pick to the head
and now I’m riddled
with survivor’s guilt
wishing it’d been me instead
If only we had turned left?!
I just don’t know
how I managed to escape
That towering Inferno was no
half-baked New York cheesecake
The Fire Chief is now wearing
a blood red flowing cape
and a burning sombrero
under an electroconvulsive crown
since waterboarding
became all the rage
in old Placebo Town
where torture and mayhem
never goes out of fashion
9/11 was just the beginning
A whole lot more shit
is heading down the line
and soon to hit the fan
as the future is forever
blowing in a hurricane wind
So hug your children while you can
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white gloves
and a little hat
Machine Gun Kelly
a lower tract deposit
worthy of the red carpet
with an overpowering smell
people monitored their shoes
no one wanted to take that home
“with a bullet Kelly” ready to flush
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1964
Jagger on Ed Sullivan
everyone with a hand in their pants
as if he was taking a bath on stage
a provocative bubble bath nude
slowly toweled down erect
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Lee Harvey Oswald
was listening to Bob Dylan
on the radio
Lee knew what he had to do
force a broomstick
up Jack Ruby
(+) rob him of his chance to romance Elizabeth Taylor
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Lee Marvin was my first pick
to do that little errand …
‘Operation Jackie Does Dallas’
but there was a bit of a mix up
with the Russian translation
Lee Harvey Oswald got the
wrong end of the broomstick
It was his own fault for marrying
the illiterate Marina Prusakova
The sad story of a locked and
loaded Mannlicher-Carcano
At the exact time of the crime
Lee Marvin was seen drinking a
cosmopolitan with Dean Martin
and Marlon Brando at the
Wandering Star Bar in upmarket
Placebo Town
As far as alibis go …
they don’t get any better
At least Fidel Castro was happy
with the final outcome
That goes double for Che Guevara
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the obituary stated that he had no children
every man, woman, and child that drown
they were his flesh and bones, his DNA
his death was a difficult thing
he could no longer sit down
or masturbate
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Fully enabled
to shun the one
with the mark of cocaine
yet those pleasure receptors
in the Adamic brain ever
searching for that promised land
in sight of Eden’s garden
makes it hard wired to refrain
With all of your might
DNA will only get you so far
in the land of the Canaanite
where there’s no such thing
as a fair fight
Sampson is the main man
when it comes to a high noon
showdown at Baal’s temple
in lovely Placebo Town Central
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after school, kids would gather by the river bank
and throw stones at people in distress
dead people afraid of drowning
water is one thing, alive
another thing in death
puzzled fish asking
“what the hell ?”
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separated from the hypocritical pressures of civilized life
lungs full of river water, no recognition of death
each victim positive that they can walk away
just pick themselves up
shake it off
start over
(+) if you find yourself floating past Placebo Town
you should pray you’re wearing proper footwear
things are going to warm up, melt down
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unburied corpses
floating in the river
heavy with regrets, depravity
postures of deceptive innocence
having mothered
having fathered
grief
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the river whispers in my ear …
Follow me
and you’ll get to the sea
my crystal waters
vast and clear
the future and the past
flowing free
A tidal surge to purge
all sorrow and fear
forever submerged
in a mighty wake
An eternal future secure
cleansed by living water
Today I may give
Tomorrow I might take
But you are much more
than any lowly mistake
So daydreamer awake
with all mercy and grace
and then shake that shadow
from way down below
away from your face
for heaven’s sake
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a face is more than a face
every little wrong is molded there
on Judgment Day
each molecule grows a voice
and mighty Lord, he hears everything
smiles stay at the end of the line
clothes pins holding them in place
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An excellent lawyer
has taken my case . . . pro bono
David versus The Placebo Town Frown
That puts a smile back on my face
with damages & expenses awarded
in my favour I’ll be forever dressed
in style and grace
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“Bend over in Sodom”
a simple coating of numbness
another coating thickened
participants
easily take root
unmistakable
reality
if not movie stars
sights and frights
vapors
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as a goat child
that steps into sodomy
doing and being done
nocturnal worms
large and small
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right out of sleep
to moral verdicts pronounced
tossing stones at neighbors
our inferior side seven feet tall
lucky people talk to trees
those less lucky suffer worms
localized and happy in the cave
ravenous and happy to reproduce
worms at our expense
(+) under-estimation of difficulties
(+) unjustified optimism
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into every life
a little worm must squirm
in this world of strife
every mother’s son
every son of a gun
must take his turn
so I talk to the breeze
the birds in the trees
there is so much to learn
prosperity makes one lazy
poverty drives you crazy
lusting for something to burn
passion is the key to creation
love is the currency of heaven
hope is spending all that you earn
a pleasure to spend such treasure
but never is haste
a glass half full of faith
is a great place to start
and should never go to waste
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Tom Waits was in town
refused to sing
donated 47 blond wigs
to the Female Misfit School
It made the 6 o’clock news
“Enrich Your Life, adopt a misfit”
I must say that the girls looked sharp in their yellow locks
(+) adopt a misfit, there is a real measure of probability that things will go astray
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much like Warren Zevon
I had a bad luck streak
at that dancing school
the one right next to
the town truck stop
they say there’s a fool
born every minute
so I tried my luck
at the school for misfits
and found a bountiful crop
when it comes
to blonde atomics
what’s not to like?
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what seemed like an endless line of female misfits
entered the room and took a seat in the public confessional
each girl was from a world where love was the currency
love was their downfall, their beast mark
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The girls in Placebo Town
just want to have fun
with a bit of rough justice
and the occasional pearl necklace
Misfits fit right in
being recklessly rebellious
When it comes to a money shot
I threw the dice once or twice
and took my chance
having no discretion or patience
just to become a toy
for some fast and furious romance
. . . That school for misfits
is no place for a boy in short pants
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google short pants in Placebo Town:
the Rooster Club
noted for large German dongs in short pants
often found outside short pants
just one peek
you know what God
had in mind
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“The island of La Palma
in the Canary Islands
is at risk of undergoing
a large landslide, which
could cause a tsunami
in the Atlantic Ocean.”
The palm ✋ of future harm
is getting ready to stir the water
from New York to Miami
So go find some higher ground
when you hear the sound
of a screaming island canary
Many will drown for the crime
of trusting a Placebo Town levee
🏝️ 🐦 🌋 🌊 🌃 💦 😱
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the girls at the Female Misfit School often daydream
about escaping and going to work on their backs
$20 to submit and whisper “meow”
dongs pushing their insides
forcing things upwards
the intoxicating smell
of a variety of men
raw spunk
raw jism
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sometimes late at night
lesbians circle the Female Misfit School
a chaw of tobacco on two legs
wanting to be chewed on
savored and spit out
Margaret Mead
vacationed
there
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I always try my best
to remember and not forget
the exclusive subjects
taught to a graduate misfit
face down on the carpet
For only twenty dollars
private lessons of loneliness
in the luxury of abject squalor
Margaret was absolutely unique
especially when undressed
Just like everyone else
hooking up with a randy sailor
Deep in an ocean of misfits
and the self obsessed
no one can hear you scream
… The humanity and the horror
No wonder many call it quits
It’s either love tainted by a stranger
or heal your kicks with the Saviour
Out on Route 66
I found that baby in a manger
I’m not saying I’m a wise man
just a misfit who’s tasted danger
A bit like Tonto leaving
the reservation of Placebo Town
to follow the Lone Ranger
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on Easter
lesbians dress themselves
as glamorized characters from “Planet of the Apes”
and dance wild routines at the main entrance to the Female Misfit School
as odd as it sounds, they are ignored
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It did upset me
more than just bit
when Kristen Stewart put on
that Doctor Zaius outfit
It was like a wooden stake
through my achy breaky heart
What the female misfit
happened to my Bella Swan?!
Could we ever be
friends with benefits?
Would she ever again
suck the pulsing vein
of my fevered imagination?
Was she bitten by some
bloodthirsty dong
who did her wrong?
It just doesn’t seem right!
Watching that Twilight saga
deep into a moonlit night
no longer feels the same
now that my sweet Snow White
has come out
as a Hollywood lesbian
in a monkey suit
Come next Easter I’m hoping
to have forgotten all about her
Brad Pitt found out the hard way
that promiscuous misfits
with their little schoolgirl tits
are never the answer
and will just lead you astray
and away from poor Jennifer
Angelina’s firm grip
being a head Hollywood misfit
was all that much tighter
A hit or a miss
Brad just couldn’t resist
those lumps under her sweater
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Brad Pitt
cars circle his lifelong refusal to give emotional support
at night they honk their horns in memory of Jennifer
Angelina sucks a banana boat
ever need a reason to think negative of females
just focus on Angelina, skulls and crossbones
no crumbs of happiness in her cookie jar
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close to home
bedroom door crimes
a misfit on loan
father love in another form
everyone keeping quiet
—————-possibly have a heart attack
—————-a car wreck
no seatbelt off a cliff
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hands down
FAVORITE
class at the Female Misfit School:
Clitoral Orientation
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I was tied up
and held for ransom
whilst doing my stint
at that school for misfits
way back when the principal
was none other
than Charlie Manson
He had the ability to make
a down and out runaway
feel especially welcome
A man sadly misunderstood
Many have said
that he had no scruples
but with Charlie you always
knew exactly where you stood
… in close proximity to danger
‘Helter Skelter’ was just another
way to say ‘Anarchy in the U.S.A.’
Being a Hollywood stuntman
Charlie stuck me
in the Gymnasium
of Trial by Clitorial Orientation
where things could go either way
. . . adoration or alienation
The school slogan was
Homework Will Set You Free
but what can a poor boy do
with a very human fixation?
Fortunately for me
there was plenty of LSD
Losing your grip on reality
was my only course of action
and source of liberation
For what it’s worth
… Thank you Charlie
If you couldn’t put your trust
in a psychopathic antichrist
where would society be?
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driving 90mph down the highway
the highway known as
“lacking what the male possesses”
at any moment
you could look in the rearview mirror
and see the bones of a Freudian scenario
you got one or you don’t
assumptions hiding
injured and innocent
looking up at the heavens
elephant size dongs
not one inch less
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(+) HOMEWORK COMES FIRST
the Female Misfit School janitor was a fan of Masters and Johnson
it was he who suggested that the clitoris triggers vaginal orgasms
he had a pocket of batteries and several flashlights
at poetry workshop he was noted
for his oral-genital
shenanigans
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(+) Homework Will Set You Free
her pelvis was dangerous
a weapon for her sexual pleasure
old missionary positions
stacked outdoors
next to a wrecked automobile
it was female superior positions
under the big top
hungry bird wanting the worm
multiple orgasms
a range of intercourse drama
no limiting conditions
extra points for shit on the sheets
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In my endless search
for a perpetual plateau
upon the mystical G spot
my battery pack ran out
so I switched over
to a nuclear powered sub
. . . and it was all yellow
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one pays the swami a sum of money
he looks in your ears
and exercises
your lungs
he says, “the dark woods in your mind
that’s where the early people reside
that’s where the gods reside”
you understand why you’ve been so exhausted
you carry a great deal in your mind
it is not only this visit to earth
it is much, much more
(+) he holds up a mirror and you see that you
are enclosed in a protective layer
if you could actually see yourself naked
you would faint, your bones are gigantic
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The Maharishi was my swami 🕉️
back when the transcendental
was real cool and groovy ☯️
Even the Fab Four were at his feet 👣
Until the day that randy old fool
tried it on with Twiggy 🚫
his third eye having visualised 👁️
that Twiggy was a very tasty treat 🧁
So consequently from the Swami
the Beatles beat the hastiest retreat ➡️
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the cry of orgasm
you, me, them
the widening
of scissors
(+) abbreviated teeth
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one pays the swami a sum of money
he looks in your ears
and exercises
your lungs
he says, “I’ll call some early people out
but you must remain completely quiet
the sound of your voice
would be deadly”
out of the dark woods of my mind
creatures from a cheap drugstore paperback
perhaps they were just me at my worse, my very worse
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My hoodoo guru had me all
tied up in an astral cord whilst
travelling an empty eternity
of navel gazing self exploration
chanting that Zen is the Word
Only after drowning in an ocean
of fluid meditation disturbed
by waves of gravity in motion
did the reflection from a single
drop of rain came the realization
~ Wake up and stop being absurd!
Jesus is the Word. Have you heard?
Perpetual action is a key ingredient
of creation. Reaction is the freedom
to build or destroy, to overcome or
succumb. To become more than a
victim of the destroyer, a conqueror.
That utopian hoodoo guru would
have you blind, deaf, and numb,
cross-legged on the floor, till you
disappear up your own sphincter.
Nirvana is forever over the rainbow
of mañana. Today is for the victor.
In Christ you become your very best,
the mother lovin’ complete sum,
right down to the inner core.
The new birth of a repentant heart
is just the long and unwinding start.
Around the corner of forever there’s
a great treasure … and so much more.
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the actualities of our personal existence
——that’s the long and unwinding start
reality seems without curves
I have no social life
the night porter
period
I never see the person who drops off the mail
probably a wizard trained rat
somewhere outside there is a bottomless pit
rivers of corruption empty into it
the television has shifted from Trump
to needles and hospital employees exhausted
1 in 500 Americans die from a virus
old news really
I remember being a part of reality
a participant
in opposition
a wild vine
caught up in intertwining
colors and outlines
(+) evermore about to be
the forces of the whole
constantly on the move
backward and forward
from the center
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What a friend you have
in the night porter . . .
On the other hand
that night manager is a fiend
He tries to mislead me
like a lamb to the slaughter
Once upon a time
he handed me a golden key
saying it opened the door
to a reality much higher
As I fell through the floor
all I could hear
was his cynical laughter
Now that Trump
has fled Washington
the night manager has been busy
in China and Afghanistan
It was he who left the door
to that virology laboratory
in Wuhan wide open
He then led the Taliban to victory
so they could resume
his favourite past time
of amputation and execution
That night manager
who wears the crown
of Placebo Town
is madder than a cut snake
Hes just like a dog with a bone
It’s nice to have a hobby
but for goodness sake
I do wish
he’d leave humanity alone
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blessed to have average hands
in a world of short hands
an inch taller in a world of enslavement
citizens anxious to avoid accidents
to avoid imprisonment
the shadows rich
with suggestions of imprisonment
caricatures behind bars
beastly memories
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TRYING TO PARK THE BOY IN SODOM
everyone was nervous
angels of doom
multiple rumors of the death squad
who could you trust ?
Carnal Knowledge Parking
hospitality
idleness
curbside Holiness Code
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In the darkest parts
of my dream house
where the dust is deepest
and vines grow over
windows frosted
spider webs now cover
the many cupboards
full of dead locusts
and yesterday’s detritus
Broken toys
and forgotten faces
boardgames
that nobody still plays
lost memories
and hidden traces
My dreams seem
to be stacked with old
newspapers and magazines
awaiting a spring clean
Yet there are rooms
in secret places
full of joyful things
all shining and golden
Sooner or later
the Great Spirit will tell me
what it all means
. . . as eventually
the night manager returns
what was devoured and stolen
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you discover yourself
ricocheting
down through a pinball machine
bypassing wisecracks and goofy looks
you’re sober
in your matching shoes
your anaconda in its pouch
constantly alert
——(+)——
sustenance
from up above
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conception
transmission
gliding visions
intersections merging
through the streets
of Placebo Town
past the dream homes
an alien terrain
of souls hard frozen
where locusts feed
where life itself
is devoured and stolen
the savage on a rampage
under a strange influence
the sound of an alarm
surviving the damage
faith is the charm
a visit exquisite
in the Spirit
there is peace
serene and calm
flying like heaven
the sweetest release
where there is no harm
a choice to be chosen
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what was devoured
what was stolen
genius and talent
ID bracelets from squalor
strictures to overcome
reciprocal role-playing
backseat lovers
what was devoured
what was stolen
socks made from cotton grown in space
perfect teeth and a cock with a nickname
photos of Peggy Guggenheim naked
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one of the party holds the trump card
domination
others may not have their way
one will rule over others
as we all must rule over sin
measure for measure
the pivotal factor on display
reinterpret
redirect
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the possibility of a life more rewarding
a life not devoured or stolen
(+) PLACEBO TOWN (+)
angels fly overhead
stabbing everyone with spears
they remind us that there is no life beyond existence
we simply flounder between aggression and submission
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the possibility of a life more rewarding
a life not devoured or stolen
(+) PLACEBO TOWN (+)
somewhere there’s a tent with people glorifying God
people who swear they’re going to enjoy him forever
lesser people obey themselves
they live on pinto beans
pound the mattress
push their children
outside naked
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Christian mothers visit old folks
permit them to breastfeed
a sign the spirit is speaking
poets wander day and night
creeping about
in loneliness
haunting image:
male death candidate feasting from a young mother
female death candidate feasting from a young mother
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victims of fate
candidates of grace
from birth to death
a clock is ticking
the date is set
a time and a place
for all those living
certified and processed
with that very first breath
the battle just begun
weapons forged in fire
distractions to overcome
with a burning desire
sanctified by the One
some justified
by actions loving
running a heavenly race
many merely
sightseeing existence
and taking up space
hateful reactions
and empty obsessions
paying a heavy price
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one thing the citizens of Placebo Town lack
AN AUTHENTIC IDENTITY
prayers for a chameleon-like identity
nature sleeps during the day
but nature calls in the dark
put on your teeth and claws
kill, kill, kill
jungle life preferable to real life
fantasy sex, lovers sexually insatiable
no need to be attractive
or intelligent
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in the fall
when the leaves turned bright colors
we children would undress and stand by the road
bumming coins from city people out to see the countryside
puberty closed that door
shoplifting and petty theft
posing naked for the twisted
jerking off but never all the way
store bought haircuts, pure bay rum
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the poverty level
can be judged by how bad one wishes Tom Hanks would join the family at supper
“Tom Hanks, please knock on the door and supply us with an evening meal”
we promise to eat real slow and stare into your eyes as if we worship you
a drug-induced euphoria
high expectations
20 years of schooling and a fear of intellectual isolation
what would it take to acquire a different repertoire ?
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Consumer Beware …
Insist on genuine spare parts
for your All American Tom Hanks
A counterfeit Chinese Tom Hanks?
NO THANKS!
It will breakdown in no time
like it’s caught the Kung Flu virus
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