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 
Eve
without a childhood, a family
exact DNA as her husband
impregnated by a serpent
mother of a brother killer
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turn on the flashlight
succulent
cunnilingus
wells up inside
powerless
urgent
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a tropical low
shaping up into
a monsoonal trough
where the westerly winds blow
before the break of dawn
a cyclone will form
where and when
it will strike
only the Weatherman knows
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leaning over to confess love
urine running down your leg
collecting in your shoe
the “F” word on your holiday card
leaning over to confess love
cough up a mink coat
lodged in your throat
for 50 years
the “F” word on your holiday card
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old female rock singers
pumped up with fillers
a roll of paper towels
between their legs
it’s not dark yet
but it’s getting
there
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23 days in a row
images and words
are upside down/inside out
each morning I wake up on the floor
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the natives are upset
——someone, somewhere exculpates God——
evil uncaused by God
and yet, slaves work the gold mines
slaves operate Heaven nonstop
everything done by hand
no machines
(+) strong desires to possess the body of another person
sexless angels crying outside my bedroom window as a young boy
sexless angels begging for genitals
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an uncontrollable urge to experience pleasure
a constant harvest of drugs
and a fear of a cruel God
Master of modified
ape-like children
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people on television are hugging cows
just seems wrong
emotional bonds with your food
“love you, love you”
then some guy from another country
does terrible things to your spirit
pulling the fat from around your eye sockets
stuffing your intestines for another tribe
all too much, love and respect
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I warned people that I attracted angels
my parents had to have special windows
installed in my bedroom
late at night
things
became known
outside wanted inside
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fed plant based slurries
and meat grown in laboratories
slaves to the substitution
school children hustling
cowboys rustling
in gender neutral lavatories
children of the substitution
in the emptiness of cyberspace
where predators roam
to freely groom
an online opportunity
to slowly drown
in the vacuum of a substitution
factories and bowling allies
closing down
freedoms disappearing
without a sound
casualties of the substitution
wheeling and dealing
in Placebo Town
the disruption industries
with their cryptocurrencies
are meanwhile booming
masters of the new substitution
billionaires on the launchpad
celebrities with a name tag
minions of an age old substitution
religions bought and sold
as the angels of destruction
and employees of Amazon
pray for an uplifting explosion
Viva La Sustitución ¡
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assigned to the young Michael
by the family patriarch
Father Snagov
the turtle shell
a necessary torture
erections night and day
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“It’s hard to be a Jew on Christmas.”
~ Kyle Broflovski
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I was beaten to death
aboard a Jerusalem shuttle bus
by an angry mob of Chinese tourists
They used their long lens cameras
like nunchakus
It must be the latest in martial arts?
A bit too late to lodge a protest
or request a refund
but I might as well ask
All I did was shout
“Long live the nation of Taiwan!”
How was I to know
every one of them
was from the mainland
Luckily for me
it happened in Jerusalem
I hear that resurrection
is a thing in this holy crazy old town
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submerged in the unpleasantness
of a busload of Chinese tourists
ask to get off
Jerusalem can wait
find a bookstore
purchase a nice smelling book
by Giovanni Guareschi
come to grips with the world
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Christmas gifts of antinomian thought and behavior
the night porter, an olive in my martini
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the night manager
sensing my weakness
sent a waitress
in a red dress
to take my order
ever since
my behaviour
has been outrageous
how was I to know
that waitress
was a private
undercover investigator?
You can guess the rest 😎
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(+) carwash forecast on the morning news
the virus has given birth to numbers
this number, that number
needles in the arm
needles, needles,
needless
to say
(+) no matter the amount of effort
step away from your daily narrative
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I must confess
my intravenous
weakness
sharp needles
they hit my sweet spot
with a generous dose
of that poppy juice
Day and night
Captain Jack
would keep me high
whilst flat on my back
One little push
of a glass plunger
the cobra’s hiss
the hit of a big fix
with a good fit
like Cinderella’s slipper
walking with Elvis
in Memphis
eating a cheeseburger
with the lot
until the night manager
insisted it was time
to pay the piper
Coming down the track
the dealer with a gorilla
on his broken hairy back
My weakness
was madness
I thank God
he gave me
a fleeting glimpse
of the mind of Christ
crystal clear clarity
beyond the edge of eternity
Loving forgiveness
and the chance
to get a good fix
of the Spirit
Believe me . . .
the rush is a blast
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clobbered into submission
you ride the bus to Jerusalem
Chinese tourists become picnic ants
you know what you would like to do
however
violence is not possible
you are hallucinogenic
people around you
display
their capitalist trinkets
you pretend not to notice
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on the bus to Jerusalem
others are dehumanizing God
tourists to glean and be outdone
(+) Christians, surprisingly nonbiblical
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Sitting innocently aboard
that Jerusalem shuttle bus
on the road to Damascus
a flash of light from above
and an explosion down bellow
sent me flying out the window
in a cloud of smoke and dust
the air was thick with falling
pieces of long lens cameras
and parts of Chinese tourists
I thought it must’ve been an
act of God . . . but
it was just a gang of Philistines
using the bus for target practice
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nonbiblical Christians point up
“Heaven is up there”
ask Nature,
“Heaven is here, there, everywhere”
they say that slaves in Heaven don’t complain
but it just isn’t so
sad and blue
unsponsored workers
labor in the background
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Ten years a slave
of the pagan king
with good pay
and conditions
I enjoyed it so much
after being discharged
I signed up again
as who doesn’t enjoy
all the string free sex
that comes engorged
with being a pagan
If you can learn
how to behave like a
house-trained barbarian
and you don’t mind
being a slave
bondage can taste
just like freedom
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suddenly the landscape has a personality
each day one finds themselves in a panic attack
they say that the pills help but you wet your pants
meanders, circles, doubles back
data-collecting agents
knocking on the door
“any plurals in there”
“any plurals in there”
(+) questions with no question marks
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STRING FREE SEX
the psychological ordeal of being a white introvert
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My String Sex Theory
Relativity speaking
… If it’s free you get
exactly what you paid for
but then, I’m no relative of
Albert Einstein unfortunately
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the bride was a white-gloved hostess
at the Honeymoon Suite
absent raw feelings
harried
the groom
a calendar of encounters
a boy wanting to take advantage
of a girl
a woman with a plump raisin hole
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after blowing apart
that Jerusalem shuttle bus
on the road to Damascus
a considerate Philistine terrorist
kindly picked up
my samsonite luggage
strewn all about the desert
and asked if I’d care
for a free haircut
as my hair was long and thick
with pieces of Chinese tourists
decorating it
like a carnivorous Christmas tree
I didn’t dare say no
as she already had her scissors out
whilst politely introducing herself
. . . “My name is Delilah.
So sorry about your shuttle bus.
Please try not to scream and shout
whilst I chop off your mane,
as I’m a bit of an amateur.
And I’m not a terrorist,
I’m a Philistinian freedom fighter!”
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Asperger’s syndrome
wretched deformities
monstrosities
anxieties
THE PRESSURE OF IMAGINATION
naked Michaels
writing kindergarten gibberish
—————–
—————–
married to a fitted-sheet
too small
who speaks to me by phone
somewhere in the architecture
we call home
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living in a world
15 minutes from sunset
somewhat off-center
artificial shadows
the moon too lazy
to shine
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poetic legalese
Melville on the lips
two big wads not one
children never emerged
(+) womanizing with men
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a buttoned-up life
in a hothouse atmosphere
naked photos of average men
automatic writing or colonic vibration
corny valentines from Sylvia Plath
her confinement in skin
mocking growls
at great expense
scribbled, misread
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poetry workshop:
quasi-psychiatric approach to cheap toilet paper
atrocities carried over from concentration camps
12 layers of folded TP and you soil your hand
a highly caffeinated morning dump
complete with theatrical pauses
vile, gritty
perhaps
holiday runs
finicky relatives
pack premium from home
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Town & Country Magazine
does an annual exposé
on the toilet habits of the rich
and the infamous … along with
some tasteful photography
from the ensuite lavatories
of that indiscreet Honeymoon Hotel
Articles you’ll never get out
of a Reader’s Digest
such as why Ghislaine Maxwell
made a grand entrance
wearing a Gucci diamante diaper
to hear her court sentence
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every time you’ve had to refuse a woman
because your manhood is half eroded
the healing gestures of prayer are bogus
the church full of unhappy adults
those with funds pay ransom
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whirlwinds come indoors
and toss holiday relatives about
many under an assumed name
poets with hungry ears
listen
to the nothings of conversation
dead friends and regrets
(+) no rewrites, just go with the flow
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a woman with a hairy pouch
and a dry mouth
long past sell-by date
says, “never, no way ever”
on the street
whores turn away
afraid of Michael seed
“no baby, thanks”
(+) a ravenous plural baby
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A singular germination
enough to populate
a barbarian tribal nation
All hail the successful copulation
you faithful adherents
to the ruling state religion
where every one is welcome
be you moron or deviation
to the congregation
Let’s give Valhalla a bad name
every time they open the mouth
… a declaration of mental health
The Religion of State is a bastion
a hunting ground
and a great hiding place
for the scoundrel and the insane
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Nancy Sinatra
no bra and seventy-nine cent panties
what can I say ?
1. think she piddled behind the sofa
2. cruel glass pipe
3. late night bath salts
4. daddy money long gone
5. way too old to navigate
6. night porter says that she has fleas
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those Go-Go boots
were made for walkin’
but they did look cute
all white at knee height
with just a hint
of Nancy’s chute
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Town and Country
the magazine of the astronauts
(pronounced, “twats”)
water-closet literature
a weekly post defecation production
splinter-free reading
movie star quality
thick and absorbent
(+) without a proper flush, poetry accumulates
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just the thought that you would poop at a friend’s house
you wipe yourself and you get a splinter
later people notice that you’re acting
weird
are you brave enough to say “I got a splinter in my bum” ?
possibly ears would hear “I had a finger in my bum”
advice, “careful back there, delicate tissue”
later at the truck stop
Joe pulls it out
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the mistake in the garden of Eden
was slightly more than a mistake
God had no clue
He wanted an anatomical pleasure for Adam
He wanted to watch
to feel what they
were feeling
(+) much later, He would share this with Mary
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“Happy Multiple New Years!
2022 will probably be better.”
~ Vague Rant, the Street Prophet
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the Lord moves
in mysterious ways
that Holy Spirit groove
is heavenly smooth
and lightens my days
it truly is a mystery
revealed and sealed
. . . me in Christ
and Christ in me
no longer enslaved
to a life of futility
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a busload of Chinese tourists
what are your verbs ?
guilty
of self-dramatizing anecdotes
small erections go unnoticed
serial killers ride the bus
their underwear wet
with dribbles
a walk through memory
you pencil in Michael
a breast-beating ape
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I could smell the breadcrumbs in your pocket
seducing ducks or swans ?
sardines regurgitated
a romantic snack
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Rapingly is an adverb
Example;
After his capture by the PLA
(Philistinian Liberation Army)
Hansel was taken directly to the
Temple of Dagon where Delilah
handcuffed him to her kitchen chair
and tied him tight to her dining table
for a night of Canaanite delight
Meanwhile … Gretel the Nubile Genile
(Hansels loyal travelling companion)
was left behind to be eaten to death
by infidel zombies … the reanimated
remains of a busload of Chinese
tourists
“It was all so rapingly surreal.”
. . . according to an eyewitness,
“Totally outrageous what they did,
especially to that Samsonite luggage!”
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All that was left
of poor gentile Gretel
after encountering
those hungry Chinese zombies
was a handful of breadcrumbs
and a torn pair
of seventy-nine cent panties
Meanwhile . . .
back at the Temple of Dagon
a collective Philistinian chorus
from the kitchen audience
could be heard . . .
“Hallelujah Delilah!
She’s more woman than Hansel
can ever hope to handle
Even with that head of Goliath
he’s unable to satisfy her!”
Yet . . .
no sooner than those
naysayers did speak
Delilah reached a mighty peak
with a convulsing explosion
of pent-up relief
Hansel
ever the gentleman
enquiring . . .
“Why, why, why, Delilah?
That was far too brief!”
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NEW YEAR 2022
pressured to speak a thought:
NYC policemen on horseback
watch where one steps
in the dark
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“Our revels now are ended.
These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits,
And are melted into air; into thin air,
And, like the baseless fabric
Of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers,
The gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples,
The great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial
Pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on,
And our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
~ William Shakespeare
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——rounding out our little life——
puberty might have been better
the only thing of value
masturbation
Jagger lips
short pants
reindeer balls
and on holidays
ribbons and bows
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@ puberty. com
That one shot
in the the locker chance
to graduate from short pants
to the genetically hectic
slippery slopes
of a downhill dance
Rubbery lips
and engorged guitars
pumping out
Portnoy’s complaints
rocking and rolling
with a clenched fist
Those million dollar riffs
kindling great balls of fire
whilst flicking the bean
of a sweet teenage dream
Salvador Dali painting
The Great Masturbator
as the catcher in the rye
watches and waits
with a baseball mitt
and a plot that never quits
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Shakespeare singing,
“rounding out our little life”
the cruelties of his time
splinters in the bum
no microwave popcorn
inexhaustible STDs
—————
Mathew Brady waiting on the front porch
his homemade camera sort of phallic
with a pubic eyebrow
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Mathew Brady wished that he was the Diane Arbus of history
did he take his pants down
and photograph his dong ?
O’Mathew, O’Mathew
how do you hang ?
Historical Photographs
victimized by the hands on a clock
the Civil War birthed from the wrong hole
having taken enough photographs of dead soldiers
a seven foot tall president sporting a top hat and overcoat
sometimes at night the moon was so bright it was overpowering
(+) careful not to pee in public, no need to scare the troops or the horses
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A view through the looking glass
Lewis Carroll took photographs
of pubescent swelling breasts
He had a private wonderland thing
for young female girlie innocence
The real life Alice Liddell had a story
to tell after making the acquaintance
of Lewis Carroll
Was he that anxious white rabbit, or
just a drugged up schizophrenic cat?
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Mick Jagger of Michael Mania
was asked the big question,
“will Betty White be fragmentary
and disconnected in the grave ?”
(+) to go from toilet tissue splinters
to coffin nails
somehow her heart still beats
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I did notice Betty White
boarding the shuttle bus
They said Betty was golden
but she was covered in rust
I guess time and tide
will do that to the worst
and even the very best of us
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Betty White
has passed her last turd
famous quote:
“Love is the Dollar Store religion”
with a constant
undertow of humor
Death
had to struggle
with her loose ends
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I was rounding out our little life
our little life
sentiment crystallized
around an image
a voyeuristic sort of thing
innocence/impotence
the people on the bus
were not Chinese tourists
they were characters
who at some point
helped put bait
on your hook
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through a shuttle bus
rear view mirror
I catch a fleeting glimpse
of the big picture
the past and the present
from the vantage point
of a hazy mountain top
somewhere in the future
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the past and the present
seen from the future
(+) one’s ability to evade or transcend that fleeting glimpse
the isolated ego
boozed up
in complete indifference
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when I got on the shuttle bus in the morning
I was a Jew
after docking in Placebo Town
I was a Christian
both Christians and Jews
find it fashionable to be in agony
both preach love and both come up empty-handed
as a member of the tribe I suffer the loss of feeling
I’ve grown cold-hearted and blind to the truth
young people preach “rainbow world”
but are too dumb to come in out of the radiation
their skeletons glowing at night
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By sheer coincidence
I travelled some distance
with a Messianic Jew
aboard that soon to be
disintegrated shuttle bus
He was on his way
to open a bookshop
close to the Temple Mount
that sold only
books about Jesus
Immediately before
he was struck dumb
by that horrific explosion
on the road to Damascus
he told me to forgive
the poor Philistinians
for blowing up the shuttle bus
as they know not
what the fuck they are doing
and to love my fellow travellers
no matter how obnoxious
Even if they turn into zombies
I keep asking myself the same
unanswered questions …
If that Messianic Jew knew
what was about to happen
why didn’t he get out
at the previous bus stop?
If he had indeed warned me
would I have listened?
And did copulating copiously
with that Philistine Delilah
qualify as loving my enemy?
After a quick trip to hospital
that Messianic Jew
I knew formerly as Rabbi Saul
changed his name to Pope RuPaul
and started furiously working
the catwalks of Reality TV
As for those Chinese tourists
never again will they travel with
Succubus Shuttle Bus Services
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an entire bus full of Chinese tourists
and I got lucky enough
to sit next to Anita Ekberg
who was proud
of her contempt
for poetry
the words like Screech Owls
the night before marriage
(+) the final countdown of being a virgin
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By sheer coincidence
Sophia Loren would often
sit right next to me
on the nightly run
of that Succubus shuttle bus
She would ask if I was American
and if I was old enough
to handle a mature woman
The things she would do
for a pair of silk stockings
would have me suspended
from her poetic pelvic ceiling
Luckily I was young and strong
Many times I’ve awoken
to her Italian whispers
playing sweetly upon my tongue
Pubescent dreams
beyond all rhyme and reason
Now I find she’s been spending time
with Emmanuel Macron
A case of Italian double dealing
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in my dream
the Chinese tourists
were unloaded from the bus
each was given a broom and told to sweep
Placebo Town dust
is known for being ugly
miserable, possibly syphilitic
citizens of Placebo Town
exhibit acquaintance
and familiarity
with filth
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It is impossible
to catch syphilis
when lost in a dream
even while sleeping
on board a Succubus
airport shuttle bus
otherwise known
as a victimless crime
I know this for sure
as I’ve tried many a time
without any success
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I was directed
to go to Sakkara
just outside of Memphis
in Northern Egypt
to apply for a full refund
of my shuttle bus ticket
since the trip was cut short
by that fracas in the desert
but when I got to the
Succubus Shuttle Bus Sevices
head office
there was a long queue
of Chinese zombie tourists
ahead of me
(despite some being headless)
So what could I do
except line up very patiently
to get my money back
Just as I got to the front
of that horror show queue
a voice behind me said
… “What else did you expect
in this, the ancient Egyptian
City of the Dead?”
I quickly turned around
It was Anwar al- Sādāt
and despite all those
bullet holes in his chest
he was standing there
smiling like a Cheshire cat
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Baby Girl rode in on her horse
wanting to go to town
we live in town
but not
downtown
Baby Girl so cute
I let her misspellings stand
a perfectly legible female that is illegible
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The Unwritten Inex
a ledger of visions unseen
and dreams never dreamt
of deeds not done
and wishes never sent
with songs unsung
credited to an account
that never existed
belonging to no one
in living memory
of the dead and forgotten
in need of forgiveness
for crimes uncommitted
entropy being the only
reliable witness
to the invisible motive
of a deniable reality
lacking any true substance
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REALITY lacking any true substance
18 years of school
sharks galore
rolling later
on the floor
invisible motives
dogs sniff my legs
and grow sad for me
endless crimes nailed to my head
a crazy glue mended heart
lungs replaced twice
a liver paid in cash
my ledger of life
a small candle
a long night
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GRAVITY can be heavy
in close proximity
to a multistory reality
with a substantial history
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the gentleman who wrote about Sherlock Holmes said,
“sports are an honest attempt at homosexuality”
violence replaces love, competiveness upfront
I
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Cruisers & Prowlers
is the London nightclub
where the virginal
Lady Diana
first met that notorious
Prince Albert
She was all glamorous
in her peaky blinders
and plaid tweed trousers
He was dressed to flirt
in Jimmy Choo stilettos
and a very short red skirt
Albert was obviously on the hunt
and Diana was primed to squirt
Novak Djokovic
had been her date
believing Diana
was to be his bitch
but he didn’t stand a chance
How could she ever love a man
who made his living
dressed like a circus clown
in short pants
playing with fluffy rubber balls
in front of an audience?
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———(weak, have cut my dose in half)———
I asked my night porter about London nightclubs
47 year old wine drinkers with bad knockers and shaky knees
sex made less and less accessible
the divine flame unable to ignite
(+) crawl on crawl off
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London nightclubs are famous
for warm beer and cold sex
It’s where the English aristocracy
go to get good fictive
from self published authors
with halitosis and bad teeth
Meanwhile … out on the streets
the restless children of chaos
are playing with sharp knives
The Roman settlement of
Londinium lies just underneath
a pagan surface lined with graves
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MICHAEL the lush oasis MICHAEL
swallowing history
leaving behind geography
sun and moon through intercourse
labor and leisure combined
this color gold
gladly left
behind
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sometimes …
in the dream zone of Placebo Town
the temptress gives a score out of ten
but despite her venal morality
and carnal generosity
never ever
will she reveal it to me
sometimes
in the dream zone of Placebo Town
where Frankie Avalon
first met Annette Funicello
the swollen glands of Disneyland
take a magical trip to Neverland
sometimes
in the dream zone of Placebo Town
that sweet chariot of celestial fate
after flying high and swinging low
strikes out
sometimes
it hits a home run
like Sandra Dee and Bobby Darin
Sweet dreams are the whispers
of the Kingdom to come
… sometimes
I count my blessings when I hear them
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puberty arrives in flip-flops
adults know the truth
and find it difficult
to be in the company of teens
parents force them into isolation
limit their flashlight time
their ability to be alphabetical
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the sowing of the seed
cruisers and prowlers
laden with valentines
trousers
secretion soaked
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no color in the grave
a permanent shade
I have taken root
(+) to hell with the Triumphal Chariot of the Church
no color in the grave
night no longer borrows
sleep no longer steals
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not suited to the role of a ghost
uncover the Michael in Michael
difficulties and splendors
pains and pleasures
each day I translate
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overhead
the cruisers and the prowlers
employed to tidy the outdoors
daydreaming of drinking and breeding
unspeakable love holding them tight
the wind does blow
the rain does fall
(+) dilation and development elbowing youth
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the dream zone in Placebo Town
tourists constantly ask directions
not knowing
that the dream zone is mobile
picture+ mouse ears: topless Annette Funicello
picture+ swollen glands: Frankie Avalon
the soul tied in knots of legal quibbles
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I must confess
it was me
who gave the order
to have Novak Djokovic
locked up in the dream zone
of Placebo Town
and held down
whilst the Night Manager
administered the vaccine
You could hear Novak’s scream
all the way
from Bulgaria to Serbia
Annette Funicello
with her fully exposed
Mickey Mouse ears
volunteered to be a witness
whilst Frankie Avalon
sang lovingly to his Venus
Placebo Town is the place to go
if you like to watch
some hard core tennis
for an innocence bit
of Disneyland fun
With a special thanks
to No Vax Novak Djokovic
for taking his medicine
like it’s a deadly venom
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was the Novak vaccine introduced in the rectum ?
re: the famous Novak scream
people from the early 1960s could hear it in Greenwich Village
sports (idolatry)
the supremacy of the fictive
here today gone tomorrow
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Serving up
a fluffy rubber ball
across a fishing net
with a grunt
and a scream
(is it ecstasy or pain?)
over and over again
Reminiscent of something
that I can’t quite
put my finger on
but it certainly
gets the crowd
in the grandstand going
Will someone
please explain
as I just don’t understand
When it comes
to the primal and the tribal
attraction of mixed doubles
… is it just a game?
Outside a brightly lit stadium
there’s a man getting rich
selling tickets to the vaccination
of the Covid World Champion
… Novak Djokovic
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when asked what I thought about myself
“a multistory reality with a substantial history”
harbored in the precincts of light
free of bars and chains
one apparition
among many
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EARTH
I return to it
to correct myself
without knowing it
I stand in the shadows
five senses and a spirit
guilty of daily commerce
—————–
suffering God’s wrongs
overloaded with Satan’s faults
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trapped in a circular existence
self-questioning myself
sleeping with relics
the imagination
a furnace
(+) upset Adam today when I corrected him about what he called the “sky”
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Pedestrians living
in a hermetically
sealed vacuum
singing . . .
“Through many
dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come.”
Yes … in what
alternate dimension
would that happen to be?
Oh happy day
when the Kingdom
reveals the fullness
of creation to them
Not to be unkind
but I truly hope
it blows their mind
as too much religiosity
can make you go blind
Sometimes you have to
lose your religion to find
the divine King of Creation
beyond the realms
of human perception
surrounded in celestial glory
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people in the flesh trade
they lose their religion
each shower
it goes down
the drain
each empty coffee cup
tossed to the curb
contains a few memories
excess religion
could it be the thirst smoldering
after the Cross is reduced to embers ?
(+) Eve blames unloved seed, “it was unloved seed that killed my son”
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soon after birth
I was certified
and carefully placed
on a glacier of ice
with a written apology
from my loving family
“Survival of the fittest
is rare, and never nice.
So take care, and hope
to see you one sweet day
in paradise.”
Whilst seeking
a good working heater
the night manager
warmed me up
with some free dope
in the shape
of a little blue pill . . .
I’m still paying the price
I thank God I have a saviour
who’s paid my overdue bill
more than once or twice
as the debt collector
at the Honeymoon Hotel
has a licence to kill
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