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 
nasal Ketamine for the man on the go
no poetry circles or discussion groups
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“Get a snootful … your deserve it,
just try not to nod off and drool 😴👍”
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sometimes the pain stops for a hour
all the traffic lights get stuck on green
living on the street, constantly being filmed
do they want to see our privates, our dirty shames
just battered and abandoned, in need of repair
some wear skins but I am innocent, sparkling
turquoise Michael, I respond with affection
(+) a stack of cards, hearts and clubs
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Vince Gill,
“nobody answers when I call your name”
your high school ring
simple love notes
arms folded
holding myself
the trees have moved
up close
perhaps out of curiosity
the need for something exotic
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lover of small things
that others overlook
step on the gas pedal
90mph
a big sniff of Ketamine
the curves level out
life becomes a breeze
Michael yields to the embrace
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go to the drug store with a wheelbarrow
not feeling anything anymore
pissing in a circle
market place narcotics
bombarded with neutrons
Placebo City alpha particles
(+) Michaels to start, to finish
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(+) Is it possible to say “NO” to Deep Purple ?
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everything she touched is still radioactive today
Marie Curie and her lobster hands
driven to do what she did
up all night with solvents
not a single extractor fan
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I couldn’t say “No”
after finding a lover
who never smoked
marijuana
on the water
Who casts no shadow
when hiding
in the dark
Only the glow
of radiation from
her nuclear fusion
Who has no reflection
when standing
in front of a mirror
only the glimmer
of another dimension
Therefore
she spends less time
preening herself
than the black cat
that sits on my lap
I couldn’t say “No”
to the attraction
of a polar opposite
Not after
recovering
from the concussion
of her
loving transfusion
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slow gentle milking
the flashbulb of orgasm
get up and answer
the knocking at the door
a low level Dick Tracy
with a question or two
the Bentleys parked out front
have no clue who owns them
perhaps, the night porter
but I dare not say his name
the detective
had a maraschino zit on his nose
he had tried to squeeze it
and it was angry
I spoke to his ears
but my mind
was on his
face
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Spent bullet casings
and used flashbulbs
littered the ground
as I walked
the manicured streets
of home sweet home
Placebo Town
Some singing celebrity
was passing through
with her latest fiancé
and a press pack in tow
screeching
into a microphone
like a cathouse ho
all about
her DoorRash
being Uber Eaten
All over the road
the poor townsfolk
within earshot
were frantically
blowing their load
with musical dexterity
Anyone would think
they’d never heard
of home food delivery
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about her DoorRash
rubbing the microphone
a glob of protoplasm jumped ship
now there is an extra degree of warmth
turn out the lights and her chubby cooter glows
(+) Dollar Store saline vulva spray
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Excavating
the Holy City
on the outskirts
of Placebo Town
I finally unearthed
the fabled
Temple Vulgarismo
There were hieroglyphs
on every wall
referring to a certain
High Priest
by the name
of Multiple Michael
with sculptured reliefs
extolling his fame
and his control over all
from the very large
to the very small
“Multiple Michael
the Blasphemate!”
venerated throughout all
of Ancient Egypt
As I stood there in awe
the ceiling caved in
and the walls tumbled down
That elusive
Temple Vulgarismo
never again to be found
At least not in Placebo Town
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drinking gutter water from a tin cup
newlyweds living on the street
feeding wedding cake
to the pigeons
Dollar Store safety-pin sanitary napkins
the great hole hanging open waiting for congress
(+) love the lesser known drugs, the barnyard sedatives
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sidewalk zombies
quality stuff on display
a neck shot good for the day
no drinking, smoking, or monkey business
thank God for such a permissive environment
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——dreaming about Roger Waters——
his massive terra-cotta head
lacking a body but not a tongue
wind-frayed sounds of a distant past
Pink Floyd wanting to escape and be flushed
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After that first hit
from a clear blue sky
I’m now comfortably addicted
to the pure stuff
that unadulterated space junk
Nothing better for getting high
No question to be answered
No librarian to placate
with books returned late
No asking what, where, and why
No ultimatum to love or hate
Just an earth-bound misfit am I
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the walls tumbled down
the ceiling caved in
my friends died
my family died
how many
times
can I
start
over
?
half-buried in clay
pawn shop legs
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———souls overdue———
the library in the sky
where Robert Frost books are discarded
———
———
when Melville looked in the crystal ball
he saw a backdrop of Swiss mountains
a blond family playing volleyball nude
shocked by the nudity of others
he privately examined himself
———
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old concepts of time and reality
no longer valid
Holy Repetition
Holy Rearrangement
“Lord, the suitcase on the sidewalk does the talking”
bent but not broken, Ketamine for breakfast
reprimands from the board of health
unsanitary pads on a man
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Down by the docks
I watched as Paul Cadmus
turned an innocent bare canvas
into a night out on the town
with drunken sailors and floosies
and promiscuities all around
Of all the infinite possibilities?
“The artist chooses what he sees.”
Just as I thanked Mister Cadmus
for his nautical explanation
along came Shannon the Mormon
declaring …
“Every woman that finally figured
out her worth has picked up her
suitcases of pride and boarded
a flight to freedom, which landed
in change.” (Shannon L. Alder)
Apparently Salt Lake City
is no Placebo Town
I’ve always wanted to pack my
suitcase (singular, as I travel light)
go there and get me another wife
as the one I’ve got
when there’s dirty dishes
stacked up in the kitchen
and my jeans need washing
is never so happy relaxing
doing nothing
and also when there’s
absolutely nothing happening
amongst the drunken sailors
and floosies
down by the docks
So many reasons
beyond all reason
that I love her lots
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watch Vince Gill and Patty Loveless
cry/sing a song at the funeral of George Jones
until one can weep no more
then go hangout
with the Xylazine crowd
they speak of a ceiling of effect
all one can say,
“gravitational collapse and the standing addict”
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dead people on the cement
beautiful folks deceased
someone called 911
but they don’t
come around
here
limp empty people
armadillos from Placebo
——————–armadillos dry cleaned
——————–each an underbelly of truce
silk scarves and bare buttocks
hashish all up in there
hashish noose and knot
(+) dying in orgasm from enhancer
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An enhancer was
just the prescription
for a 2 hour erection
the only problem
is having it registered
as a deadly weapon
and I’m not sure if
the rest of my cadaver
will last that long
It’s already as stiff
as an ironing board
and it ain’t that strong
Who knew
that the thrill
of a little blew pill
could go
so terribly wrong?
and what
can I possibly do
with the remainder
of this persistent dong
Now an honorary member
of Club King Kong
That enhancer
needs to come
with a big fat warning
‘THINK HARD AND LONG
BEFORE YOU TRY THIS ON
A PARTNER WILLING TO
BE DRILLED MERCILESSLY
INTO SWEET OBLIVION!’
~ Big Throbbing Pharma
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the armadillos on the street
they clash and interweave
circles and sticks
drug-beaten
the priest with his jab stick
dimensionality from a needle
religion without Reader’s Digest
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———Placebo City with its monoliths———
citizens who recognize their shadows
physical love-making
circling the sun
crayon dick
coloring
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when Eve looked in the mirror
her reflection
was different than that of Adam
the serpent handed her the strongest binoculars available
the far horizon of herself was in focus
it was true that she was suffocating
thoughts and dreams
stuck in her throat
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Adam had ribs to spare
the bible tells me so
but what you may not know
is that Eve had several
more vertebrae
with a spinal cord
supernaturally flexible
so she could smile at Adam
from any angle
How could he ever get bored
with that made
for purpose woman
in-between naming every animal?
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colorful questions
Eve with her telescope
hoping to see Adam on the moon
his lips moving but in complete silence
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overloaded with chance encounters
events within events, outsiders galore
astronauts circling the backdoor of Eden
Neil Armstrong was there shoeless
the son of a son
without moral
obligation
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a dream ballet at the Honeymoon Hotel
the groom wielding his penis
Peter Max
brothers kissing sisters
spontaneous and powerful
his friend and her friend
spin the bottle fever
innocent hands
moist oysters
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they arrested
his index finger
it was a molester
fertile daydreams
of an abandoned tunnel
tight, almost intimately painful
at the police station he was warned
about licking his lips
in a honeymoon
kind of way
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The Jester is now
hitting the road
and getting the sideshow
back on track
looking around
a haunted show ground
on the outskirts
of Placebo Town
for somewhere to stash
his stolen thorny crown
since the circus left town
in somewhat of a hurry
Yet some clown
was still hanging around
like a house broken monkey
painting it all black
yelling out to the crowd
“What else did you expect
. . . a happy ending
and a little respect?”
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happy ending in the cemetery
the circus comes to town
and never leaves
factory work
overseas
eating
deer and boar
backyard salad
children near naked
teenagers shoplifting
(+) puberty, yet to be conquered
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hitherto isolated in drugs
sealed in a dark sleep
the drumbeat
of a heart
to fill the wholeness of thy soul
people come and people go
domesticated marriage
snake bite children
(+) audience free expression
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The High Tabernacle
of Placebo Town
where the congregation
of the proud
were collectively
concealing a frown
behind a surgical mask
of contrition
whilst hissing out a blessing
to the gothic sound
of a monkey grinder’s organ;
“A Poetic Pox
on all those
holding hands in public.
There shall now not
and never again be
the gratuitous displaying
of swollen glands
(at least, not without me)!”
~ Elder Bring Ham the Younger
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conform/do not conform
to storybook code
ghosts in life
daughters of men
a true dominant motif
“the Horns of the Moon”
thy enemy (+) thy enemy
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I’m often asked to squeeze swollen glands
other men’s treasures/their souls in genital form
a world without women, every man a phallic unicorn
sustain the crown
overpower the weak
God reluctant to say,
“I couldn’t have bettered”
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extreme physical sensation
beyond the limits of Reader’s Digest
the lower stages of creation wanting it all
SAVAGERY
pre-Christian Adam and Eve
broadcast selfishness
me, myself and I
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great mysteries to be unsealed
who owns the penis during intercourse ?
——Sexual Corruption——
old people
on rickety ladders
scraps of information
stuffed in their pockets
stolen from Jewish libraries
gold melted off the statues
of Adam and Eve
replaced with
nakedness
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angels on rickety ladders watching God
remove the protective coating on Adam and Eve
NAKEDNESS
vividly realized by our Lord
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Recycling is the thing
Nothing new under the Sun
All is vanity
undone by false modesty
since the Library
of Placebo Town
was burnt down by barbarians
Everything old is new again
Insanity rules the asylum
with beautiful weapons
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(+) angels standing on rickety ladders
(+) old people standing on rickety ladders
(+) nameless/faceless people behind cash registers
(+) swollen glands
(+) the Horns of the Moon
(+) the ownership of the penis
(+) nakedness realized by our Lord
(+) stolen knowledge from Jewish libraries
(+) Adam and Eve were once golden statues
(+) God reluctant to say, “I couldn’t have bettered”
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overpowering jazz music in the background
the woman with her buttocks bright pink
deep in heat almost unable to walk
searching for the correct male
not any man
not a son of Adam
rather a winged superman
to lay hold of him as an animal
to rip and tear, reducing him to nothing
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waiting in line to be defiled
married or unmarried
excremental
hillbilly boy say,
“this is nothing new”
decadent poets/decadent poetry
androgynous dongs VS masculine dongs
risk courting disease
barely compensated
for a leaking behind
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our Lord, loving those who knew not love
paraphrasing for the Jewish roughnecks
Jesus mirroring in their eyes
conformity, obedience
employment
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one of the agents had a folder:
“Biblical influences and correspondences”
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how shall I know if it is Jesus ?
make no mistake when Jesus comes to town
the pool hall will be empty
the library will have a nativity scene on display
————
————
appreciation of daily living
rolled up in a carpet
tossed off a cliff
fiercely shy of death
I crawled home
my legs lost
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gay flamenco dancers throwing their foreskins on the stage
Lou Reed knee deep in normality
Lou in his foul rag
nervous about church folk on ladders
entire families including mistresses and tennis instructors
(+) Chastity and Abstinence can be found in the dictionary (+)
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Placebo Town
incorporating recent personal experiences into poetry
hearing God in another room say,
“I couldn’t have bettered”
finding myself caught up in a movie, “2001: A Space Odyssey”
afraid to pull the plug on myself, the safety of the eternal womb
———fanned back into full flames
———the Earth burns
———Placebo Town and Hades remain safe
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Juar la vie!
Placebo Town, the Infernal City,
where vagrants are the celebrities
and the librarians show no pity.
Le joie de vivre!
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A Rock ‘n’ Roll animal
fashionably emaciated
and fully suspended
in a pyroclastic flow
The audience immolated
with the love/hate offering
from the gene pool
of Planet Placebo Incorporated
No invitation given
to the ungrateful gratification
head trauma and drool
after attending the final show
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rent is difficult in the sphere
most favored by the Lord
warning signs flashing
skulls and crossbones
extremely toxic
no babies
crawling
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(+) RETALIATION: pleasurable but difficult to repay Karma
———————————————
your psychiatrist coats you with honey
and rolls you in a carpet of red ants
poets toss you off a cliff
tired of your critiques
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A glaucous bloom covers
all of existence
as an autonoetic cascade
flows from the mother
of poetic consciousness
and the high priest
of hallucinogenic perception
On a strict course
of least episodic resistance
to the persistence of memory
I have comfortably
become a pareidolic illusion
in the perspective of creation
with my blackout poetry
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plenitude of imagination
savagery in the playpen
Eden
Adam with his passenger tube (dropping babies)
Eve running around with a bad crowd
her man tits flat and dry
pirates singing
“flat and dry”
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the dream of innocence
caked on the edges
of a groin restraint
Beelzebub nasty
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Michael fragments
a hundred book titles
that start with “Michael”
living biblically on knotted pain
an attachment affixed to the far-off
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horns
locked in horns
sport and battle
goat-foot love
just short
of being
overripe
——————————–
the Cyclops searching for a mature cave
——————————–
one eye smacking its lips
Robert Frost uneasy
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human possibilities instead of limitations
more and more instead of less and less
poetry in criminal code
no need to say
how long you’ve
been free to roam
your library card next to your heart
snarls and tangles in your pubic hair
POET: incarcerated and domesticated
asked to submerge below marriage
stretching the boundaries
holding yourself up
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warring against the supreme Being
it makes no sense
(hint) it gives God pleasure
cheerleaders for Christ
five senses and a Holy Ghost
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God only knows (with
the possible exemption
of that Archangel Leahcim)
what makes the wind blow
and the cock to crow?
In his presence
there is fullness
and eternal pleasures
forever in a celestial row
Who would ever need
to turn up the lever?
Yet . . . you are
most welcome to give it
a Holy Ghost red hot go
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jerking off in the shower
the highlight of his day
masculine ectoplasm
females turned away
caught up in guarding
their vagina isolation
(+) BEWARE the ordinary man
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necessity of being alone
live but not live and love
(in the past) tenderness went hungry
the spent mother feeding her children flour and water
licking the spoon and starving
the death she died
———–
———–
the courage of life
the courage of death
the regions of Placebo
tourists on the boat wave
people no more than tokens
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the head lesbian librarian informed me that a new atlas had arrived
“Hotspots of Vagina Isolation in the Greater Placebo Province”
on the cover, a naked female with her legs spread
was thrusting her reproductive kernel
to the surface to be viewed
(+) thankful for vagina isolation (+)
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the crust of the cemetery
buttered like toast
the female
taking root
her kernel wet
swollen with renewal
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Mister Death-Bringer in the corner
the floor painted with a new coat
of appreciation for life’s joys
tomorrow a carved hole
stuffed with reluctance
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THE NEW NEIGHBORS
the new neighbors stare outside
as if they are watching TV
they come from somewhere
people use an excess of words
one day I had a conversation
with the father
he talked about dead people
being buried with clothes on
“what a shame, loved ones
should be comfortable
in the grave”
he referred to his wife
as “the thorn in his nose”
what kind of American
would say that ?
“she uses sex to drain me”
something about her
peeling off her outer layers
her rocking-horse
her genital saddle
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the unforgettable sound
of irritated anal glands
lapdogs of Placebo Town
scratching the ground
always the same result
Salman Rushdie
sooner or later
will eventually be found
I woke up with a start
in a pentangle of salt
the Satanic Verses
aflame in a FedEx box
that fatwa of curses
from my first appearance
on the Jerry Springer show
just doesn’t know
when to finally stop
the Ayatollah is my only hope
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(ACHING PLEASURE OF A RED WASP STING)
to swell the gourd
strong personalities
nobody wanting bottom
a simple circle jerk
wipe off go home
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(reality becomes THC-induced)
one puff
and the landscape crew
are sprawled about the lawn
some are trying to remember
others to forget
Life: historical fiction
haunting Biblical spices
when one signs up
for courage to live
one also signs up
for fear of death
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the surge lysergic
as reality dissolved
into a blur of nothingness
the soul crystallised
with a singular focus
the sting of death lost
in one celestial breath
forever the forgetfulness
like the kiss
of a hungry locust
and restoring the stolen
into a state of frozen bliss
“Life isn’t everything.”
… words from a song
miraculously
in my right mind
in a cosmos gone wrong
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rubbing sugar on death just attracts ants
modest maidens at the library
having surgery before
the collapse
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irritated anal openings
poop floating past the Placebo Beach
no sugar white sand or $28 thousand dollar palms
where the sea turtles come to expire
crafty people polish the shells
and sell them as relics
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somewhere in the heart of Placebo City
a mirror waits to reflect tomorrow
reflections of a passive sensibility
only grow more passive
many who pass by
lose their limbs
returning to
a water
world
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hungry the scratch
of an irritation
feeding the need
for some chemical satisfaction
flaccid souls dreaming erection
the Big Top
of Circus Placebo Town
is highlighting
the mainline attraction
a void internal
and the charge is possession
so count your infernal blessings
Roll up your sleeves
and lay your money down
for a shot of hot liberation
the Clown Underground
having taken control
is now in full session
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