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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3,137 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. living a mirrored life
    people ask and I tell them
    I sleep on stage to the crowds
    (+) makes Jagger upset
    living a mirrored life
    people ask and I tell them
    I sleep on stage to the crowds

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  2. reward/punishment (LIFE)
    my relatives unrenewed
    the fires of Hell
    so bright
    indulgences downtown Placebo
    some exclusive cave with Holy Bones
    I am asked to reach in and save the unborn

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    1. Unfortunately for me
      I took that Alford plea
      whilst wearing
      Diego Maradona’s
      ‘Hand of God’ soccer shirt
      and sucking on
      a Toe of Satan lollipop
      (a Placebo Town favourite)
      leaving no doubt
      as to my innocence
      The Judge said …
      “That’s a wrap.
      Thank you very much.
      Next stop the penitentiary.”
      But then
      the prosecutor cried out …
      “That’s not good enough!
      Johnny Depp would like
      his ball sack back. Only a
      psychopath would hang it
      from his mantelpiece.”
      That’s when I woke up
      and realised I was
      in the wrong courthouse
      I almost missed
      Amber giving evidence
      What a performance!
      What a great actress!

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    2. In the Supreme Court case
      of Death versus Life
      brought by the District Attorney
      of Placebo Town County
      (yes, that place where dead
      Kennedys litter the ground)
      the question was asked …
      “Who don’t like kids, anyway?”

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  3. no cause for shame
    de’ ball sac
    not return
    home
    believe in God
    not the scrotum
    (+) leave the laundry list folded up
    Johnny Depp:::::::him and not-him
    Johnny Depp:::::::his apparent self and his true self
    a movie star caught up in good manners
    order and obedience

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    1. In my dreams
      I’m wearing River Phoenix’s
      black leather jacket
      with a Toe of Satan lollipop
      burning a hole in the soul
      of my Viper Room pocket
      with all the past pouring out
      but Johnny Depp told me
      not to worry about it
      He’d get Amber to clean it up
      but I was only worried about
      that black leather jacket
      In the Viper Room
      there’s always plenty more
      where I came from
      The crumpled contents
      of an errant FedEx box
      misplaced in a storm

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  4. the Viper Room
    thousands of young women
    pee in jars collected hourly
    boys in uniforms
    surrender to their charms
    barefoot sailors
    with their underwear on the outside
    the sight of the dong misunderstood
    often a source of ridicule

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  5. Viper Room
    loaded with agonies and tragedies
    secrets in urine collected and analyzed
    ————————–
    the mystery of Jesus crucified
    ————————–
    atonement theories
    among crumpled contents
    they used to wrap you in that errant FedEx box
    ————————–
    somehow a man stuffed you in that womb
    blood from another creature nourished you
    you had a human heart and two troubled eyes

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  6. standing in the grave
    people warn me not to smoke
    not to pack my nose with meth
    I just want to retire
    take my place
    on the shelf
    watch others
    try to unlock
    standing in the grave
    inadequate and needy
    developing a resistance

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  7. I have never said this
    but others have
    the urine collected
    dew from Heaven
    ——urine warmed
    ——and sprayed
    Placebo Town started as one inch of land
    dwindle and wither not with the liquid gold
    Queen Placebo
    where no man works for their living
    the child becomes the servant
    the yoke of bondage
    first class ticket
    across the river

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  8. masquerading as a lunatic
    busting a move
    24 hour party
    shut eye: instant return to the Garden of Eden
    holding hands with a stranger
    walking outside past a guard
    flames close the door

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  9. Christians shit their pants
    Christ’s victory
    over Satan
    (temptations in the wilderness)
    He may not be a mathematical genius
    just check out that stream of influence
    world forgotten except socks space grown

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  10. Michael is surrounded by creatures
    who try to act as angels
    Pascal: humans who reflect their backsides
    reflect the beast
    half truths
    faulty extremes
    make Jesus the center

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  11. that other guy who writes
    I think he’s taken the short pants avenue
    (overwhelmed by poetry)
    nowhere else to turn
    short pants and an excuse
    —————somewhere, flowers are blooming
    the recognition that life is beside the point
    reality arrives in repetition
    same old pinto beans
    same old cornbread
    no new turds today

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  12. busy taking pills to forget the past
    to outsmart the agony of skinned knees
    poets riding on rails that were laid down long ago
    straight line to short pants and an excuse henhouse
    watching a TV Western under a blossoming apple tree
    (+) addicted to seeing one thing in terms of another

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  13. Boss Nurse just left
    a woman (June bug color on the cheeks)
    in the back of her mind
    more than one lover boy
    “hold your tongue, and permit me to love”
    (+) they will drop away, she will disguise herself more

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  14. famous people and movie stars
    Mick Jagger behind locked doors
    self-understanding clay feet
    the steady sound of meth
    sudden eruptions
    girl sex ooze
    (+) critique extra charge

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  15. always happy to wake up in Placebo Town
    to create something new
    irrelevant—YES !!!
    open-ended forgetfulness
    no identity just a physical body
    painstaking sexual attempts
    immediate punctuation
    short tube snapper

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  16. still doing time
    the girls dance topless
    drugs come and go, free samples
    no matter what I say, I end up
    with a short tube snapper
    (+) a better man knowing that I touched bottom

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  17. never retuned a check uncashed
    and then one day things started to change
    the creative process
    masculinity
    parallels
    lovers with dollar signs
    literary equivalents
    kissing strangers
    fingering holes

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    1. I was surrounded
      by sleepwalkers
      shopping in their pyjamas
      and Fanny Adams celebrities
      doing yoga and pilates
      in the Tibetan Himalayas
      so they sent me
      to the Placebo Canyon School
      for troubled teenagers
      where a gang of vestal virgins
      led by Paris Hilton
      the high priestess of pretence
      wanted to study my entrails
      but I soon discovered
      it was a den of false credentials
      That school in Placebo Canyon
      was no place for a last resort
      Paris romance
      with Alice on Ice
      No place for a Peter Pan
      in short pants
      seeking a wonderland entrance

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      1. free from temptation
        the tires on your Buick
        soiled
        sheltered, free from the wicked sinners
        and Daddy they say that you cruise downtown
        your mud flaps caked, the tires on your Buick soiled
        (+) tossing bibles to the less fortunate

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      2. maleficently
        I couldn’t give a Buick
        and unlike Oprah
        I could not give a Pontiac
        as generosity of spirit
        fails me completely
        after an old friend
        turned into a deadly enemy
        I’d known him since
        he was just a young
        dragon’s tongue
        licking blood
        from a jagged edge
        now he’s begging for money
        like some demented
        and demanding whore
        full of malice and envy
        oozing veiled threats of violence
        without a why or what for
        Words now fail me
        I would give him a hand
        but he’s neither homeless
        or poor
        and here’s me
        with an ever expanding family
        always needing more
        He was my Best Man
        at my best ever wedding
        Ten years of too much medication
        and he’s not the same person
        Now I find myself
        having to most reluctantly
        close a broken down door

        A Psalm of David

        The Lord is my Shepherd
        [to feed, to guide and to shield me],
        I shall not want.
        He lets me lie down in green pastures;
        He leads me beside the still and quiet
        waters.
        He refreshes and restores my soul (life);
        He leads me in the paths of righteousness
        for His name’s sake.
        Even though I walk through the
        [sunless] valley of the shadow of death,
        I fear no evil, for You are with me;
        Your rod [to protect] and Your staff
        [to guide], they comfort and console me.
        You prepare a table before me
        in the presence of my enemies.
        You have anointed and refreshed
        my head with oil;
        My cup overflows.
        Surely goodness and mercy
        and unfailing love shall follow me
        all the days of my life,
        And I shall dwell forever
        [throughout all my days] in the house
        and in the presence of the Lord.

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      3. Moses was over for a meal
        I exercised my tongue
        HE SAID,
        “offer to pray with the needy person
        permit God to provide that which is necessary”
        intelligent people thank the Lord, not ask for more
        God has a history of solving one difficulty with another

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      4. Once upon an exodus
        whilst cruising
        a murder on the Nile
        baby Moses floated past
        in a crumpled FedEx box
        From high in the sky
        a narrator’s voice
        … “So punk, you think
        you do rebellion with style?
        Standby for a real liberator
        like Nelson Mandela
        who can hold his peace
        when surrounded by violence,
        and bring down a dictator
        like that Vlad the Destroyer,
        Emperor of All Russia.”

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    1. Town & Country Magazine
      has been doing a renovation
      a Hollywood Glam makeover
      to the house of my dreams
      where new and old lovers
      insist that fornication
      is the way to my heart
      but no sooner than I depart
      they fall apart at the seams
      Apparitions from the pages
      of Horse & Hound Magazine
      whispering in hieroglyphs
      promises of secret messages
      Of course … I now stay awake
      throughout all of my dreams

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  18. stay awake through sleep
    scatter treasured thoughts
    every word you write, you share
    sex: an exchange from the field holler
    and the call-and- response pattern
    of your newest bride
    her seams still tight
    “Lord, so tight”

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    1. Having escaped
      the Placebo Canyon School
      for troubled teenagers
      in short pants
      I found the roadside service
      at Los Alamos
      with a reckless Paris
      was just outrageous
      It took a heavy toll
      on Little Boy
      Even the Fat Man’s fuel rods
      were far too spent
      for yet another explosion
      till Enola Gay came along
      and took us all away
      with Paris Hilton riding
      an atomic shotgun
      Hiroshima our final destination
      The resulting mushroom cloud
      would’ve shamed
      even Vladimir Putin

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  19. Bob Dylan spoke of the Placebo Canyon School for Troubled Youth
    his pearl-handled revolver had a snug fit in his short pants
    lucky to be catalogued among the boys
    who enjoyed the meals of water gruel
    often finding true spiritedness
    in the avenues of sodomy
    his character enlarged
    by the nightly visits
    “tense and alert”
    rape without
    lubricant

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    1. The Monkey Pox
      arrived here on Planet Earth
      secreted in a crumpled FedEx Box
      and has manifested en masse
      at your local Walmart
      but fear not
      many a primate
      have proven to be immune
      to this pandemic contagion
      and are now being quarantined
      at a Placebo Town poetry workshop

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  20. pOETRY wORKSHOP
    where one prays that one breaks free
    free from the automatism of perception
    old poets thirst for drink
    librarians and hefty lesbians
    pine for food
    humans asleep in life
    Picasso sold into slavery
    a hard prize when they
    saw his thing

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    1. sitting in the sun
      with the cream
      of Placebo Town
      café latte society
      waiting for words
      ethological to come
      sparkling reflections
      with fingers flashing
      like swords clashing
      diamonds
      gold and platinum
      demanding
      the milk of almonds
      squeezed from the flesh
      of life itself
      all loud indiscretions
      and proud talking
      the decorated skeletons
      on exhibition
      something is lacking
      the waitress oblivious
      with a smile freely given
      and breasts that promise
      a milk of human kindness
      that really
      couldn’t care less

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  21. pOETRY wORKSHOP
    Father took the male students to a farm
    where they watched horses have intercourse
    He talked about masturbation during the rapes
    values on which poetry seems to depend
    (+) privately, I cursed that damn Instruction Manual

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    1. Located in the dead centre
      of this galaxy, the Milky Way,
      there’s an interdimensional
      birth canal, better known as
      Einstein’s Wet Dream, since
      to access this split in the
      space-time continuum you
      must pass through the event
      horizon, thus becoming one
      with the Alpha Clitoris Prime,
      where all are welcome 🚀😎

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  22. Bob Dylan
    has a split in his pubis-continuum
    an area that once produced golden eggs
    but now serves as a topnotch lint trap
    FRAIL
    very frail
    nothing supernatural
    about leaking straw
    dripping drool
    waving at traffic
    “Hi Bobby” as cars
    honk their horns and speed by

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    1. The Baby Formula
      is no solution
      A nationwide shortage
      where there’s
      no happy medium
      with a flaccid
      delivery system
      suspended as a biohazard
      pending an extreme
      supreme court decision
      Personally
      I blame the lazy sperm
      of a fast food
      faceless generation
      lacking any
      self actualisation
      always complaining
      Not just that
      Monkey Pox contagion
      delivered direct
      from outer space
      in a crumpled FedEx Box
      to a top secret
      Floridian location
      He may vehemently deny it
      but even Elon Musk
      can’t get no satisfaction
      Not without a pair
      of them space cotton soxs

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  23. no lazy sperm
    just challenged
    folkloric phenomena
    those listless swimmers
    Stephen King paints them with blue eyes
    lazy sperm speak to us of struggle and anguish
    the capacity to survive good and noble
    every person in America
    starts out as an adolescent boy
    adolescent boy until breasts flare

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    1. They now have pills for that
      They’re called Pas de Regrets
      According to Elon Musk
      they’re an interplanetary must
      Even the spiders spin
      much nicer webs
      regardless of the fact
      there are no flies to catch
      in outer space … Pas de Regrets

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  24. (what drives average people to reside in Placebo Town ?)
    —————self-punishment—————
    no normalcy, only propensity for cynicism and self-pity
    poetry= the betrayals of life
    gay cowboy paraphernalia
    adult rocking horses
    adult saddles
    sugar cubes

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    1. BIOMIMICRY
      in the Land of the Free
      Understanding your place
      in the Placebo Town scheme
      of abstract conceptualization
      Virtue signalling
      social engineering
      in combination with our very best
      artificial intelligence
      will set you free

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  25. a factory starts producing a clear fluid 100% safe
    it kills all nature of insects even bugs without gender
    you discover that if you spray yourself
    you no longer have to shower
    your hair becomes thick
    and healthy
    youth returns
    you start spraying your food
    and the excess weight seems to vanish
    a simple squirt in the mouth and life becomes groovy
    QUENCH’D BY AN EARLY DEATH
    (+) quench’d by an early death

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  26. I’m not talking weird
    but to greet the leader
    one had to press their tongue
    on his black tooth and say, “Father”
    perhaps, I am the only person alive who remembers
    I find myself still trying to find footing on more solid ground
    memories grow moss over the years and become slick and dangerous

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    1. Relaxed
      upon the green grass
      amongst the givers
      and the takers
      the lovers
      and the parasites
      Pas de Regrets
      Icebergs of a titanic past
      tossed about in a tempest
      only to melt
      without a trace
      by the still and quiet waters
      gently refreshing
      the endless fertile pastures
      A struggle epic
      throughout time and space
      between fallen flesh
      and risen spirit
      has reached it’s grand finale
      as nature itself
      becomes a fanfare universal
      All matter pulsating
      to a rhythm celestial
      Pas de Regrets
      Olé!

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  27. realists claim that diapers contain the cold data
    I collect my poop and mail it to Switzerland
    but that is another story
    writing must yank readers
    away from external events
    yank the Smith and Wesson
    yank a gigantic fat German dong
    yank everything but never disturb
    ((((((Pas de Regrets))))))
    how does one sanitize the past ?
    Michael writes lies
    terrible hypereducated lies
    and Michael is not very bright
    raised by witches in the backwoods
    educated in a small village by lugnuts
    people who censored magazines and books
    and yet, thought nothing of a blood bath or an orgy

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  28. (how does one sanitize their zip code of origin ?)
    hometown witchcraft has been neutralized
    good little witches, white magick
    basically Disney shit
    the small amount
    that I’ve made public
    has gone over like a badger attack
    pillowcases stuffed with drowned pets
    towers of tires burning in the front lawn

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    1. Thunderstruck
      by a virus of dubious origin
      I suspect my lover’s crafty sister
      had it fermented
      in her bubbling bespoke cauldron
      but being temporarily out of action
      has given me the rare luxury
      of some reflective contemplation
      Thunderstruck
      by a knife in the back
      from a one time best man
      Did he feel neglected?
      I must confess
      that when he gave up drinking
      to pursue a life
      of copious pill popping
      he was no longer very much fun
      This may sound curious
      from someone raised
      by a Dave & Buster’s waitress
      who insisted I drink a Tequila Sunrise
      every morning for breakfast
      but by the time I started Junior High
      alcohol seemed pointless
      and the Tequila quite tasteless
      Was it dumb luck
      or amazing grace
      that I managed to survive
      without licking the salt
      off an alien embrace
      whilst imbibing the wrath
      of a road kill statistic
      along the twisted path
      to a much nicer place?
      Thunderstruck
      in the land of the Second Amendment
      Sure am glad I got out of there alive
      to the warm comfort
      of outer space
      There’s a dearth of loving kindness
      back there on Planet Earth
      and I think it’s a disgrace

      “I watched Satan fall from heaven
      like a flash of lightning.” ~ Jesus

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  29. Greater Placebo Truck Stop
    yellow night where anything and everything flows urine
    trying to fabricate thoughts, arrange words, to articulate
    each member claims to be the best in bed
    I’m thinking: police sketch personalities
    I realize I’m not at pOETRY wORKSHOP
    (+) artistic expression has no ownership

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    1. I have many a fond memory
      courtesy of my beloved
      Edgar Allan PoeTry Workshop.
      So named as the members would
      try their best to reincarnate the
      one and only Edgar Allan Poe,
      but being gormless Goths all they
      could manage was to imitate.
      That’s despite the workshop being
      held at my Long Island address,
      at 112 Ocean Avenue, a place
      of endless inspiration for any
      fetid and fevered imagination,
      having it’s very own pole dancing
      poltergeist. Though I must confess
      it was very nice to have some fellow
      troubled delinquent teenagers, such
      as Angelina Jolie and Winona Ryder,
      frequenting our informal pagan
      sacrifices … but when Kelly Osbourne
      tried to join we all knew that the
      Edgar Allan PoeTry Workshop was
      done. Now just cherished childhood
      memories in my Gothic scrapbook.
      Some things were never meant
      to see the light of the Sun.
      Kelly Osbourne for one.
      Each time you mention
      that Machine Gun Kelly
      I can only assume
      you are issuing an instruction,
      but as Kurt Cobain keeps on saying
      … no, I don’t have a gun.

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  30. when a man can’t satisfy his craving
    lock the door, use the chain
    don’t buddy shower
    or drop the soap
    don’t stand close
    when he goes wee wee
    barricade the barn door
    sleep with both eyes open

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  31. “People often confuse my exit from Heaven
    with JonBenet Ramsey’s exit from Earth”
    ~Satan
    ———————-
    ———————-
    ———————-
    Michael the Multiple
    a scrapbook of textual material
    pure tabloid truth
    pagan souvenirs
    contradictions
    false starts
    ambient

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    1. “Spoiler Alert:
      Her brother, Burke Ramsey, did it.
      If not for the post-mortem cover up,
      this American whodunit, with it’s plot
      as old as Cain and Abel, would lack
      any discernible artistic merit.”

      ~ Cardinal Fang
      Head Film Critic,
      L’Osservatore Romano

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  32. what does it take to transform
    a social type into a human ?
    PLACEBO TOWN: chaotic metropolis
    “Home of Self-Serving Romance”
    drug-addled on colors without names
    somebody spoke ill of the blues
    stay on the reds, the yellows
    weekly sex ?
    15 wobbly minutes of rough terrain
    +(defang the serpent)+
    (+) pharmaceutically

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  33. poor little thing
    never had a chance
    her world was spinning fast
    fancy hair and Hollywood threads
    who would have ever guessed, late night pineapple
    anger and a flashlight upside the head
    no comment on the vulva damage
    no comment on the choking event
    money changed hands
    both directions

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    1. The witching hour
      was casting
      it’s nocturnal spell
      as it was getting rather late
      and unnaturally dark
      when I last checked into
      the Honeymoon Hotel
      for it was
      the Night Manager himself
      there at the reception desk
      to hand me my room key
      With a smile and a wink
      he enquired most directly …
      “Are you the master
      of your receptors,
      or is it they
      that control thee?”
      With no hint of a lie
      came my hasty reply …
      “From the cradle
      to the grave
      it is I who craves
      that bitter-sweet taste
      of pure oblivion.
      In stark contrast,
      my receptors all
      have learnt to behave
      in order to survive.
      So now I bow
      to their collective wisdom.”
      Seeming to have derived some
      satisfaction from my answer
      the Night Manager summoned
      the nearest porter …
      “The Love Slave Suite
      for Monsieur.
      Only the very best
      for our most regular
      and cherished guest!”

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  34. (+) my uncle who never married and knows nothing of honeymoons
    I bought him a bulldozer
    he digs up the cemetery
    retires in dark graves
    blankets of mud
    pillows of stone
    sometimes we share a good sleep
    dreaming of watching external events
    INTERPRETING THEM
    (+) questions about dispensing seed

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    1. (+) my uncle made a futile attempt
      to parent me as my father was too
      busy running the country
      and my mother would stay out late
      working that foreign currency
      he more often than not resorted
      to using his belt on my behind
      what’s more
      he seemed to enjoy it
      saying that he needed to be cruel
      to be kind
      but I never cried, not once
      knowing that one day
      revenge would be mine
      soon as I got the chance
      now I use his tanned hide
      to hold up my pants
      A New Korean Saying:
      Revenge is a dish best prepared
      in Hell’s Kitchen, and then served
      with much screaming

      ~ Kim Jong-un

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    1. Room service
      will leave a tray
      of complimentary
      breast milk croissants
      glazed with a secret aphrodisiac
      extracted from the swollen pituitary
      glands of pubescent peasants
      along with a note
      from the Night Manager:
      ‘Welcome to the Honeymoon Hotel.
      Needless to say, being guests of
      great substance, you’ll be in no need
      of assistance in achieving you’re
      endeavours. Regardless, please
      accept a sumptuous offering from
      the beating heart of our kitchen.
      You can thank me with a modest
      gratuity in the morning.’

      I can tell your fancy
      I can tell your plain
      You give something up
      for everything you gain
      Since every pleasure’s
      got an edge of pain
      Pay for your ticket
      and don’t complain

      ~ Bob Dylan

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  35. denial systems
    long-nurtured lies
    like cigarette butts
    people hold up a finger
    “scrutinize this”
    Boss Man upset with wife
    she drag out the dirty laundry
    masculinizing in public
    gossip stuck on everything

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  36. somebody said that the Boss Man was dead
    stretched out beside the pavement
    I cried,
    “Lord, what have you done ?”
    my punishment would start over
    some shit bucket with something to prove
    some shit bucket from some unknown place
    “Lord, what have you done ?”
    gender torture
    racial torture
    all the men lined up
    with their dongs on display

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  37. profound loss
    peeking
    around corners
    wearing my name tag
    I stay clear of quiet memoirs
    dog poop and moral dilemmas
    lesbian therapists think of me as lower-class
    difficult to swallow, that fish with a thousand bones

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