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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6,405 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. the Boss Man went out with a whoosh
    his death altered my focus
    his death took me far
    from my station
    Michael of Michaels
    spacious and anonymous
    addicted to dilemmas of the flesh
    (+) normalcy in $700 space grown cotton socks

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  2. pOETRY wORKSHOP:
    SUGGESTIONS TO LOOK BENEATH
    suggestions to look beneath the surface of our lives
    confront some of the darker moments
    —a location where parents unload their child
    toss their baby out the window of a speeding car
    late at night, the shit bag goes missing in the dark

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  3. keep in mind
    Admission to Hell
    is not a video game
    America with its psychological plague
    common people living an enormous joke
    ———^^^———
    laughter inevitably perished
    Straw Boy Dylan singing to himself

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    1. Elon Musk has a bad feeling
      Is it just that tropical storm Alex
      blowing through a hole
      in Elon’s space explorer pants?
      That place where
      Amber the Huntress
      sold her soul for a magnetic flux
      in the back seat of a Model X Tesla
      Pas de Regrets
      when you’re the Axe of the Harvest

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  4. Axe of the Harvest
    two-handed tool at the Honeymoon Hotel
    (truck stop slang: penis over 7 inches in length)
    (Satan plants human seed to rob their life force)
    warmly welcomed into a human reality
    where Satan monitors your signal
    your personal reality
    constantly reconstructed
    everything you sign is a disclaimer
    (ABC:1234)
    potty training
    re-creating dialogue
    childhood creative license
    puberty soaked in patchouli
    (later)
    motionless
    on the ground floor
    (+) an interior prisoner

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  5. memories in bed
    your lover
    his best friend
    her best friend
    half a dozen from yesterday
    half a dozen from tomorrow
    ghosts chatting about vagina drool
    infatuation with manly snouts

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  6. every morning at breakfast
    the wife starts talking
    “if only I could erase the memories
    of you touching me
    squirting your pimento cheese
    inside me”
    sometimes she complains
    about coughing up
    droplets of semen
    lingering on
    the taste

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    1. A solution to stop the complaining;
      Load up ones pre-ejaculate with a
      generous dose of crack cocaine
      and then spike your come with a
      hot shot of heroin injected straight
      into the scrotum. It works every
      time.
      Warning: The recipients may become
      rather demanding.

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      1. agents monitor
        the worm medicine
        that I give to the horses
        the wife is a modern Quaker
        she is immune to dangerous drugs
        I’ve grown to bask in her constant chat
        sometimes she mentions things dear to my heart

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  7. under great pressure
    I was to answer some questions
    I wrote, “I find that reality is just a sum
    of circumstances surrounding an object”
    my hand—–your hand
    the agent blushed
    he was a pushover
    (+) inner monologue sodomy

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  8. just think
    parents who have lived entire lives/other lives
    countless days of love/hate, harsh whispers
    replacing sex with prescription bottles
    no more swim suits
    (+) Ahab fails the whale

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  9. in the middle of the night
    terrible sounds
    a pig was being strangled
    as attention-grabbing as it was
    not one family member exited bed
    (+) words that bounce as they walk through your mind—–no waddle

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    1. Abstracts that multiply
      Abstracts that subtract
      Furtive acts that distract
      and turn true facts to a lie
      Alternative facts to learn
      Fugitive thoughts to attract
      digestive tracts
      that squirm like a worm
      in synthetic puffer jackets
      from the day they’re born
      till the day that they die
      Excuse me Jimi Hendrix
      my experimental existence
      whilst I kiss a torn sky

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  10. the B&B in Maine:
    a vacation with a buildup of omens
    apprehension at entering the B&B
    children in thrift store evening ware
    proud of Fairground award ribbons
    children: fiction and nonfiction
    100% legal Fahrenheit TV
    no mention of suck marks
    on the neck of likable teen

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  11. the B&B in Maine:
    we had an entire floor to ourselves
    told not to open the windows
    we did so immediately
    wind from the coast
    was fierce
    the curtains were aggressively assaulted
    I was filled with countless ghosts
    happy to be stuffed in skin
    safe from the memories
    of lasting hurt

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  12. fertile females squirming
    puffer jacket vulvas
    disgorging
    hints of
    sexual snot
    pork chop snot
    Daddy rubbing
    his fingers together
    (+) monitoring the size of Daddy’s nostrils

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  13. no mention of suck marks
    on the neck of likable teen
    ————-
    ————-
    she was a long term parking spot
    a colorful relationship
    froth on her bush
    most nights
    ————-
    ————-
    she couldn’t write 5 paragraphs about Lover Boy
    he showed her his penis on the first date
    it hurt like hell
    the first time they did it Australian style
    things unteachable, he taught

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  14. the B&B in Maine:
    no amphetamines for breakfast
    Mother cooked up some pancakes
    with blueberries from the backyard
    we talked and laughed and devoured
    pancakes with real Maine blueberries
    a calendar of nude firemen on the wall
    at best
    we were purposeful
    slowdowns to their day

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    1. Whenever I find myself
      roaming about the wilderness
      from Saudi Arabia to Qatar
      where the girls belly dance
      where the men jihad
      and the camels are nervous
      I always stay at a friendly
      Bedouin & Breakfast
      From Riyadh to Doha
      they serve only the very best
      who pray towards Mecca
      and believe in Genie magic
      as their falafel and hummus
      is a tasty mouthful of the desert
      flying face down on a carpet

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  15. growing up in a clan
    where people actively
    measured the nostril size
    of Daddy
    LIFE: learning to listen to what words mean
    most days are monotone without expression
    with no one around
    stealing words from the throwaway pile

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  16. rows of seats on the school bus
    children more or less caricature
    the constant buzz, tight, loose, nonstop
    transient dialogue differentiated from adults
    ————those with no cure
    become organ donors
    although tethered
    some escape
    the school bus of literature
    Freud behind the wheel
    unapologetic circles
    around the rim
    of the bum

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    1. a quiet child who grew up to be
      an agent of Homeland Insecurity
      a smart kid who grew up to be
      an agent of the disruption industry
      a wild child who grew up to be
      an agent provocateur of conformity
      another wild child who died
      in the gutter of chaos and anarchy

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  17. ROWS OF SEATS
    became rows of teeth
    coated with chocolate cake
    condom wrappers for toothpicks
    blind people at the party were fondling
    others were concerned with broken glass
    alcoholism, drug abuse, Robert Frost
    a rough patch down the road
    the metastasis of a tumor
    odd tasting semen

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    1. as a mild child
      I was cut loose and released
      to the vagaries of a centrifugal force
      purely for experimental purposes
      the results of which
      unverifiable and considered
      highly dubious
      by the Guardians of Existence
      are yet to be published

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      1. a mild child tethered
        no suggestions about tossing you
        out of a speeding car at night
        taught at an early age to decode
        a self-contained hike
        a clear path
        (+) the fantasy of real legs, real feet
        12 years of schooling (false consciousness)
        keeping one from seeing reality
        mindless chatter
        inequalities
        8 years of college
        you close your eyes
        fate picks a horse
        you ride off into romance
        and reproduction
        some fast, some slow
        some dead on arrival

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    1. reeking of automo bile
      an unlicensed human
      with an automatic rifle
      high on pseudo significance
      behind the driver’s wheel
      mistaking the road not taken
      for a bourgeois elitist detour
      with a backwards glance
      through a broken
      smoking rear view mirror
      never asking what is the deal
      in the bad lands of oppression
      where good grammar is forsaken

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  18. pOETRY wORKSHOP:
    in a steam room with Rocky the Flying Squirrel
    and Bullwinkle the Moose, both nude
    genitals in emulsifier colors
    one area within the whole
    in proportion
    to the tasks
    at hand
    (+) trial and error

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    1. I allowed the indigenous inhabitants
      to keep their idols
      and refrained from burning down
      their spirit houses
      every pagan needs somewhere to party
      I knew that given enough time
      I could win them over
      with beads and poetry
      even that nefarious witchdoctor
      who would chant vile curses
      exhorting my immediate murder
      whenever I ventured
      into Placebo Town
      he’s now the choir leader
      and a spirited lay preacher
      who ever said that crime
      and the sublime doesn’t pay?

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    1. Johnny Depp made me
      an offer I couldn’t refuse
      his scrotum in return
      for the bottle of tequila
      he allegedly used
      on Amber Heard’s virgina
      I told him not to be absurd
      as I’d heard that story
      and I didn’t believe a word
      despite Johnny showing me an
      obviously photoshopped picture
      you see . . . I know Amber
      she would’ve insisted on
      the Eye of the Dragon vodka
      … but out of pity
      I gave Johnny back
      his ballsac anyway
      as I greatly enjoyed the story

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  19. his physical body dead on the lawn
    he had no name and went through life nameless
    some say he walked, some say he floated
    he had a good wife with an athletic grin
    she could entice him to make baby sounds
    outside
    outside for twenty miles
    outside, all the way to China
    neighbors could see his body

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  20. it was possible
    that he had never read
    original similes and metaphors
    ————riding a bicycle as an adult (clue)
    truck stop
    erections
    popping up
    jack-in-the-box style
    the suddenness of orgasms

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  21. Jesus with his pink-skinned beauties
    barely concealed sexuality
    simple, wholesome innocence
    meanwhile
    someone, somewhere
    was mailing out advertisements
    huge girth and length
    squirts that reach the ceiling
    female body parts rarely seen
    weed wacked and moistened
    were open to explore
    ——————
    ——————
    cowboys disappointed
    with womenfolk available
    sailors disappointed
    with womenfolk available
    lesbians disappointed
    with womenfolk available
    ——————
    ——————
    the streets littered with babies
    Jackie Kennedy giving birth
    on the evening news
    Jackie in agony
    smiles at the camera
    “obey your Lord”

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    1. Not a molecule of a crumb
      goes unnoticed, from
      the impotent minuscule
      to the nuclear muscle
      of a geriatric POTUS,
      by the One who came
      all prophetically biblical
      to set us free . . .
      the Lion of the tribe of Judah
      (how’s that for a sublime simile?)

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      1. large “HELP WANTED” sign
        on the entrance to Heaven
        busy work
        counting hairs
        updating information
        everyone and everything monitored
        ————
        ————
        lucky people drain themselves
        and wallow in it

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      2. Bond servants and slaves
        fearing the endless grave
        Tradition and superstition
        their only defence against
        the darkness of oblivion

        “This is the message we have
        heard from Him and announce
        to you, that God is Light, and in
        Him there is no darkness at all.”

        “Every good and perfect gift is from
        above, coming down from the Father
        of the heavenly lights, who does not
        change like shifting shadows.”

        ~ The Book

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  22. He who fished your sperm out of the millions
    and planted it in the correct egg
    He who picked you up each day
    and helped you puppet
    through life
    (+) constant gifting of imagery, voice
    this is His world/shifting shadows

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    1. If you go to a garden party
      with Kevin Spacey
      I wish you a lotta luck
      Hanging out
      on a burning cross
      at a bonfire of the vanities
      well … I’d rather drive a truck
      But it’s all right now
      I learned my lesson well
      since Yellowstone Park
      began to melt
      and Mobile Alabama
      is now hotter than hell
      like a shot of snow
      up Amber’s nubile nostril

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  23. talk of the mountain top
    and the mountain top folk
    recurrent memories
    from your life
    those
    passed on
    wearing wings
    praising the Lord
    words with layered meaning
    caution, Brother—deal not done
    (+) ticking questions from strangers

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    1. I was just minding my own business
      admiring Amber Heard’s third nostril
      (known locally as the Blow Hole)
      and purchasing luxury car parts
      from a friendly Hell’s Angel
      when down came the word …
      “Don’t go confusing the creator
      with the creation!
      Take the Mighty Minotaur,
      Pablo Picasso, for example.
      He ain’t no oil painting
      of a crying woman.
      Try as you might, you won’t see
      an Italian car designer in the
      headlights of a stolen Maserati.
      Not unless . . .
      you’re about to run one over.”

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  24. in Heaven
    men with their male counterparts
    exhibit extraordinary courage
    declining roles as day laborer
    the “very hot” place
    screams welcome
    “come on down
    we have an itch
    just for you”

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  25. ARE GENDER CODES JUST ZOMBIES ?
    at odds with gender codes
    outer physical identity
    Robert Frost: cut and dry, no measure necessary
    litter being thrown out the windows of surgical alteration

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  26. (homosexuals afraid to check out “Moby Dick” at the library)
    homosexuals pulled over by the police
    46 copies of “Moby Dick”
    in their trunk
    neurotically
    parsimonious
    bedroom action
    Queequeg sodomy

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    1. Somewhere
      in the Caribbean
      Johnny Depp’s great white whale,
      better known in the Viper Room
      as Moby Dick, rides again
      since I restored to him
      his pillaged scrotum
      along with a bottle
      of the Eye of the Dragon vodka
      He was last seen
      on the hunt for Amber
      in order to harpoon her
      right in that mystical third nostril
      the main inspiration
      for much classic literature
      (except perhaps those novels about
      seafaring buccaneers & whalers?)

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  27. sexual exploitation by guillotine
    males start censoring their softer sides
    thank God for the private mirror
    conventional life plots
    before the Saturday morning cartoons
    Freud and Jung talking behind your back
    portraits of your lovers in their wallets
    voices in the dark, “just do it”

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    1. my softer side
      went missing in action
      during a Russian invasion
      of a Tiananmen Square massacre
      after an Agent Orange drenching
      Jung had no answer
      to my long range annihilation
      as Freud kept on laughing
      I discovered
      in an Auschwitz gas chamber
      those Germans sure do have
      a strange sense of humour
      with their lieberhausen
      and schuhplattler slap dancing

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      1. AS A YOUNG MAN YOU WERE SNIFFING NEIGHBORING DAUGHTERS
        as a young man you were sniffing neighboring daughters
        living in your parent’s penal settlement
        making battle/making love
        the Home Rule:
        no deposit
        puncture
        and run

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      2. AS AN OLD MAN ….
        as an old man
        the more things change
        the more they stay the same
        according to Melania Trump
        and my eternal flame
        . . . Sophia Loren

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  28. step inside my private mirror
    and one enters a large empty church
    taught fear your life now fear after death
    you walk in with a crowd but find yourself alone
    you were happy with your features but now they’re gone
    (+) a creative artist not a mirror of history

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    1. the future
      is now over and done with
      existence just a retrospective
      in a hall of mirrors
      for all those
      condemned to the past
      all that is left
      for the living remnants
      in the fullness of crime
      seeking teflon forgiveness
      is to witness the outworking
      of what has already been written
      or to play a hand in the dealing
      till the very end of time

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      1. Teflon forgiveness:
        rub it on your butt cheeks
        your thighs and elsewhere
        the motorcycle to Key West
        a severe physical ordeal, masochistic
        nut sac confinement, badgered sperms

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  29. the village people with their torches
    and pitchforks
    in the movies they say “Frankenstein”
    in the real world they’re saying “Michael Plus”
    the monster, Plural Michael
    (+) “Plural Michael, Plural Michael, come out and play”
    and there I was, MultipleMichael
    (how many times again ?)

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    1. In Placebo Town
      they have many medications
      that marinate the brain
      to lock down
      Michael’s multiple manifestations
      I’ve seen the village folk
      boasting of miraculous results
      and partaking in wild celebrations
      declaring it is now safe
      to walk the streets at night
      … but then again …

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  30. people ask me what it was like to be a witch
    ………………………………………………………………………
    one is much more aware of their limitations
    “Thou shall not”
    the size of the walls
    that imprisoned King Kong
    emotional balance
    to weave mature bonds
    to trap love and warp it
    emotional balance
    to step outside and be free

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  31. Is it true
    witches who turn their backs on Satan
    shop at the Dollar Store ?
    mother and four children eating ice cream
    out of a gallon container
    five spoons and a mess
    no time for decision-making
    each child sown in haste

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    1. I’ve seen them all
      roaming the land
      from shore to shore
      with their hands full
      of overdue videos
      and broken billy idols
      hoping to find
      just one open
      Blockbuster store
      as the rebellious yell
      from a departure lounge
      on the highway to hell
      More … More … More!

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  32. 3 HOUR ERECTION PILL
    your dong starts turning blue
    a drive to pleasure
    like a ride with your parents
    “what have you been thinking about ?”
    your mother gives you that look
    are you brave enough to say, “masturbation”
    off the wall enough to say, “displacement”
    (+) Serpent calls Adam a lame duck from an already gendered mutt

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  33. PLACEBO TOWN:
    the chaos of a meaningless succession of experiences
    a future catastrophe for each individual
    sometimes one can hear the countdown
    the future: increasingly problematical
    wretched reality keyed to money
    half shut religious eyes
    pill driven tomorrows
    ————–
    ————–
    meanwhile,
    at the Honeymoon Hotel
    “nothing out of its place is good and nothing in its place is bad”

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    1. poor little Phallus
      going down
      a wonderland hole
      on the outskirts
      of Placebo Town
      a strained gland
      in a strange land
      half strangled
      and going blue
      in the hand
      of a mad glue sniffer
      one pill will make you
      grow taller
      yet another other pill
      will make you
      grow shorter
      just ask the morbidly obese
      pill dispenser
      grinning like a Cheshire cat
      behind the drug store counter
      whilst the Queen of Desire
      with no heart
      screams . . .
      “Off with his head
      if he don’t measure up!”

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    1. It was on the set of Jailhouse Rock
      that Colonel Tom Parker
      accused me of being a drug cheat
      saying no one could keep it up
      the entirety of that Girl Happy movie
      I strenuously denied being a pusher
      I’d only ever supplied Elvis with
      opiates, barbiturates, and sedatives,
      to be friendly . . . not just for
      the new Cadillac and the money
      How was I to know he’d keel over
      with a heart attack in the lavatory?
      Believe me, I’m all shook up about it

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    1. I once went to a séance
      in the hope of contacting
      the dead Elvis
      but just as it got going
      my phone started ringing
      It was the Colonel asking
      how would I be paying
      for the King’s appearance
      When I answered
      with one whole dong
      he told me to scram
      I then went back to Vietnam
      where a dong
      is still worth something
      … to me and the Viet Cong

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    1. AMERICA
      where the pacifist is outgunned
      as warfare is good for business
      where the fear of poverty and
      homelessness keeps the working
      class chained to a whipping post
      where the privileged think with
      the avarice of a rampant penis
      where John Wayne and Judas Priest
      made it a crime to be a communist
      since communism is just like a
      Christian cult, but without a cross
      . . . or even a Christ

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  34. THE AVARICE OF A RAMPANT PENIS
    the length contributes to the meaning
    width before length, width seals the deal
    close your eyes and feel the sculptural shape
    (+) Michael lives in a world where men are heavy footed

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  35. give the reader enough
    to be satisfied
    momentarily
    having the first line
    having the last word
    Robert Frost with his litter
    tried to pay for tobacco
    with punctuation
    ———-
    ———-
    punctuation
    at the truck stop showers
    “sodomy punctuated in a customary way”

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  36. (Natalie Merchant was here today)
    with her gray head
    begging me to suck her hair
    to make a manifestation of myself
    Michael with his mouth
    full of senior citizen string
    “Natalie, she taste like old upholstery”

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    1. (Molly Tuttle took her wig off)
      with her baby smooth scalp
      not to mention everywhere else
      and that bluegrass music
      I couldn’t stop myself
      from taking a hillbilly mouthful
      “Molly, she tastes like Grand Ole Opry!”

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