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 
lesbian librarians around the camp fire
consumed with longings to renew
incestuous couplings
sisters of all ages
amorous play
(+) in so many ways
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the Head Librarian
taught me everything I know
about book binding
how to please and tease
whilst begging on your knees
so I’m not complaining
about the all late fees
but I do wish she’d stop stamping
my library card quite so hard
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smoke the smoke
brittle crust falling off
naked down to the honey coating
dicks widely varying in length
————
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punishers from Sodom
supplying unhappiness
ordinary unhappiness
————
————
travel in one direction
longer than possible
OLD AGE
the labyrinth difficult
crazy cheeks squeezing
fearing damage
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morning white with ghosts
mistletoe overhead
kisses
ectoplasm lips
have I long to go ?
the agent at the door
wants info on missing souls
I said, “please don’t stand so close, I can smell your underpants”
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THE WORLD WHITE WITH GHOSTS
foreigners long dead
mature ghosts
fast rooted
in white
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man the animal
not fully engaged
heroes and heroines
human sofas, human ladders
by-passed by Jesus and his crowd
the double rhythm of creating and destroying
…………………………………………..union followed by isolation
pressing lips with ghosts
spiders on the mistletoe
amazed at how ugly
humans are
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spiders in the mistletoe
desperate to confess
but holding back
holding back
in fear of the
outcome
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sailors with their past carved into their flesh
sagging erections and a potbelly
and yet a comfort more times
than not
adaptable and responsive
hungry to share more pleasure
(+) spiders love to flaunt themselves
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blessing themselves
a spider pastime
——
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spiders exposed
a happy exchange
spiders concealed
prepare to battle
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fruiting body of a parasitic fungus
erupts from its victim
fungus is Republican
the sound of crying babies
in the darkness
not secondary
but primary
Republican
Republican
Republican
(+) riding a donkey to the birthing barn
flesh ripped and torn
juices and globs of jelly
female Abyss quivering
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the birth melody
which had been heard before
now foundered in a series of farts
humans and other beings wanting to reproduce
angels cast out of heaven busy on their miniature phones
the man, the woman, contempt for all, liars without shame
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Satan jealous of Adam and his penis
a denial of his dependence on others
Mighty Satan the solitaire subverter
who can measure his damage ?
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from a country western tune:
“the suitcase in the hall does the talking”
holding the other person this world had to offer
sadly, Death came hungry-handed
all those Michaels alone
the end of the path
too far away
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an intergalactic monkey pox
delivered to Panet Earth
in a crumpled FedEx box
evolves into the Human Virus
something new has begun
climbing out from the depths
under primordial rocks
as humanity sleeps
and revolves
around a yellow dwarf sun
the stock market trembles
as the Night Manager
pulls up his space cotton sox
and the transportation
of the. Head Librarian
into an alien stratosphere
with the implementation
of her pleasurable extraction
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dipping his
talleywhacker
in a glass of buttermilk
to alleviate the friction burn
she said, “I’m afraid I’ve soiled the bed”
so it ended as one would guess
unworthy lovers
having done
only their
duty
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appropriates the favors
destined for another
cover of darkness
honeymoon
familiarity
0ne bout of sex
doesn’t necessitate
physically being there
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a dread drumbeat, Honey
damaged feet, a damaged destiny
every living thing closing up shop
multiple double-sidedness
Karma, the ultimate verb
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Bad Retail Karma
the great unwashed
in plus sized pajamas
skin conditions contagious
clogging up the pores
of supermarket aisles
shopping carts weaponized
the comos conspires
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the clouds lowering
shadows working the streets
youth stuck in prison-fortress
Satan whistling education
nothing worth knowing
crap on a globe
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this planet is an illegal
supervised consumption site
in my dreams Tony Soprano
tries to give me a hot shot
mistaking me
for a Placebo Town rat
but I knew what he was up to
and got in first
having taken his piece
from out of his coat
Fat Tony didn’t see it coming
he wasn’t fast enough
and I’m no rat
so now he’s dead for nothing
but I’ll do my best
to help his daughter cope
after leaving his widow hanging
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for one minute after a cosmic sneeze
warmth and light escaped nothingness
photographers and painters made copies
oceans of resuscitations, the Resurrection
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the Multiverse
with a complicit cosmos
was never big enough
for a hypothetical Michael
Being a quantum mechanical
singular free radical
I am satisfied to exist
in my crumpled FedEx box
where I can be two places at once
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Nick Cave singing, “WE ARE NOT ALONE”
nature program by unknown (unknowns)
it takes so much effort to hide
Nick was easily observed
American dollars
wrapped around
his feet
(+) Frank Zappa inflated the video wildlife
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Living this life
Knowing that
You are heading for death
Can be both
A blessing and a curse
I just don’t know
Will weasels rip my flesh
Or angels polish my halo?
After talking with
The ghost of Frank Zappa
It was suddenly clear
Sooner or later
After the fleeting years
Of a misspent youth
The course of my birth
Will reach
It’s final destination
As Mother Eve
Was God’s finite invention
Of infinite intention
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Nick Cave singing, “WE ARE NOT ALONE”
nature seems hidden but not Michael
3 minutes 21 seconds of Michael
I am not alone, I am everywhere
helping Nick wrap his feet
with American dollars
predators inflated
thumbs up to
Frank Zappa
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As the weasels dined
I was the one who
placed Frank Zappa’s behind
in Nick Cave’s mercy seat
and gave it a good fry
He had boasted
that he wasn’t afraid to die
so now he can smell
Old Nick’s sick breath
as inventive mothers cry
Boasting always turns to begging
when the proud meet their death
Too late for the loud to ask why
when you give it all up
to Lucy in the Sky
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staying alive
outside the allotted biblical range
ignoring Nick Cave and his cash coated footsteps
the spooky fellow dreaming of outer space cotton socks
sorry Nick, denizens of rock and roll have pushed you away
“keep on pushing, keep on pushing, push Nick away”
love turns into hatred, death a blessed gift
Frank inflating plastic animals
phony people praising him
yes, the fan base gone
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Frank Zappa sold less than ten units of recorded music last year
Captain Beefheart sold less
on the other hand:
M. Gun Kelly
Harry Styles
(self-consuming/emaciated)
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If only Frank Zappa had worn
a dress, and Captain Beefheart
had started a red carpet fight,
the course of human civilisation
would be very different.
Who knows!?
Perhaps Donald J. Trump would
never have been elected, and the
King of Pop Drinks would never
have become addicted to children’s
books. Elvis Presley might have
been celebrating his 87th birthday?
Who can truly say?
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(started my day with Nick, “WE ARE NOT ALONE”)
it all gets real when one refuses the Adam translation
this is not that—mouth to butt
we are hungry
observed
but not
alone
remember one thing:
THIS IS NOT THAT
caveman Michael at the courthouse
people with their magazine looks
I wrapped myself in a skin
borrowed from a sofa
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the weight of today
Nick Cave looking like a ghoul
from an old Hammer film
we are not alone, Nick
the first rule:
GO OUTSIDE—PACK A GUN
walking around with big teeth
claws
horns
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As Nick crawled out of his cave
in the Australian musical outback
to conquer the outside world 🌎
I had to clean up the mess
and console the rest of his
desolate tribe …
“Where has Great Leader Nick
gone, leaving us in the desert
without a punking song?!” 🏴☠️
I did my best by getting them
on heroin, and then sat back
and let the Wreckery do the rest.
In Placebo Town we eat our
young and sacrifice the strong.
It didn’t take long for Hugo Race
to be gone, but does he rest in
peace in a much nicer place? ☠️
Perhap only Frank Zappa can
answer that question, as David
Bowie has disappeared without
a Ziggy Stardust trace ⭐✨
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it may be crazy:
I see the spirit of David Bowie
tuck Nick Cave into bed each night
“close your eyes, dear sweet boy”
David does not boast of himself
any badge of honor faded away
Death carries the measure
from nothing to nothing
question not the origin
or path taken
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In my dreams
or was it a TV screen
I see the Freak
singing a song to Brad Pitt
in a seedy Placebo Town alley
all about his death row daddy
It moves me to tears of rage
how Nick Cave got his hair
so very albino Elvis Presley
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large predators eating newborns
no one lifts a finger
standing on stacks
of Bibles
to see
Jesus
nude
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when you see Nick Cave walking on the moon
he does not keep company with womenfolk
no females, no girls
constantly
observed
–yet–
not alone
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“Nick, come home. Please return.”
I’ll tell the agents to exit
I’ll turn off the observation
the eye in the sky closed
as they say at the pool hall
“let your hair down”
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“WE ARE NOT ALONE”
on all four, whispering into the ear of a hungry beast
“I’m trying to postpone death”
somewhere deep in the belly
of the hospital
I was asked
about
staying alive
“was I just out
for having a good time ?”
under every rock, the amusement industry
pumping out new toys, self-consuming satisfaction
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the doctor asked me if I smoked fake pot
“what is fake pot ?”
he said,” the kind you can buy at gas stations
cheap designer drugs, eat-a-face stuff”
I asked myself, ” why would I smoke that ?”
perhaps he thought I was a streetperson
I was wearing the skin of a sofa
months without looking
in a mirror
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In the burns unit they
gave the King of Pop Drink
a skull full of opiate
Nothing fake about it
and he liked it
To get Elvis’s pelvis
to shake rattle and roll
night after night
they got him high as a kite
and the fans loved it
The medicinal can be magical
The pharmaceutical
can even be musical
up to a tragically deadly point
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Reality:
the daughter of Elvis
married the King of Pop Drink
spent their honeymoon spooning
Trump Tower, Palm Beach, Florida
Reality:
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Lisa Marie
never got to see
the King of Pop of Drink
without his hairpiece
Just as he
never got to feel
that Presley pelvis
Such a pity
as a Jackson-Presley baby
could’ve saved
the United States
from the mediocrity
of Machine Gun Kelly
and even that Taylor Swift
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radio boys
into false righteousness
begging for funds to repay
the unpayable debt
peasant stock
lacking grammer
(pay the rent or go to the dentist)
radio boys
all day long
turning
turning
turning
wrong into right
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JACKSON-PRESLEY BABY
the British royal children would be swept to the curb
lovers of hearth and home
of fruits and flowers
everything hippie
would dance
and sing
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the one last chance
for humanity
a Neverland Ranch catastrophe
the fickled finger of fate
Michael and Lisa Marie
it was never meant to be
the only other possibility
is currently
in the laboratory of Dr. Moreau
as fortunately I bought a sample
of Michael’s DNA 🧬
from the L.A.P. D.
and my little scalpel is about to
amputate
a Lisa Marie Presley big toe 🦶🗡️
so much for that
fickled finger of fate 🖕😎
Ebony and Ivory
together
in Dr. Moreau’s laboratory 🎶
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PERHAPS
it was Dr. Moreau
who asked me if I smoked
fake pot
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“Fake pot can’t change the world
because it can’t change people …
but if you’d like to try the real deal?”
~ Dr. Conrad Murray
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water from an ancient spring
fruit from trees free to bear
to their liking
no words
parable free
good in itself
SILENCE (silence)
(+) to be diligent at indulgence
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some of the fake pot is PCP x strong Acid
very dangerous
makes that mental snap with reality
go outside and see the belly of Heaven
talk to photographs
they talk back
scary shit
(+) never look in a mirror
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My mistake 😱
I looked in the window
of a butcher shop
in Las Vegas
Nevada
instantly turned vegan
became a Buddhist
and never ate a steak again
till reaching Nirvana
Some more pie in the sky
after I die
with much steak on my plate
while I wait
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the near fatalism with edibels
how much ? how long ?
3-4 hours to start
in a different frame of mind
( I live close to Trump)
the sounds of judgment rendered
Clotho spun the web of life
Lachesis measured it
Atropos cut it off
outside in the cold black darkness
the belly of Heaven visible
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After dealing so melodramatically
with Achilles, the Goddesses of Fate
left me to my own devices, as they
could see that I didn’t need any help
sowing and reaping a classic tragedy.
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We buried Jimmy Hoffa’s body in
Confederate Park, the recreational
heart of Placebo Town. The Druid
priests presiding stood and saluted
in unison as Fat Tony’s henchmen
lowered Jimmy down. They then
played the national anthem on a
piano accordion. It was all very
civil, and the eulogy was touching.
Tony asked if I’d like to keep as a
momento Jimmy’s Pontiac Grand
Ville, but I suspected he was up to
something, so I said no. I’d already
been done for grand theft auto.
Despite all the incantations of those
Druid priests, it would seem that
poor Jimmy doesn’t rest in peace,
as the residents of Placebo Town
now fear to go down to Confederate
Park after dark, unless they’re quite
ready to kiss eternity’s underbelly.
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Placebo Town
arrows pointing to the Path of Sorrow
that frightening look on hikers
reliance on nothing but God
into the emptiness
hunger frustrated
man/woman
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The all inspiring sight
of Mar-a-Lago never fails
to remind me of the school
motto at my old alma mater
… Placebo Town University
“YOU CAN’T LOSE
IF YOU BET ON THE
FAILURE OF OTHERS.”
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I was just a child
a small town
plagued with Jesuits
witchcraft
human sacrifice
circular snakes
ALCOHOL
the one God
(+) my confession drags the community down
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odd movie tonight:
“MOEBIUS”
Father cheats on wife and gets caught
Wife goes crazy and cuts son’s penis off
Wife eats penis
Father feels guilty and has his penis removed
Father learns that he can orgasm if he causes himself pain
Father teaches his son the technique
Son gets new penis but he is impotent
Crazy mother comes home and makes out with son
Son gets erection
Father shows crazy wife his lack of a penis
Wife is horny for son
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That director, Kim Ki-duk, is well
known for his cultural appropriation. Cutting off penises and fornicating
with your children is a time honoured
Placebo Town tradition.
His movie ‘Pieta’ is a sinematic
master-class in blasphemy, but
fortunately for me, I could not give
a flying Korean duk.
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questions of identity
me refuse
walk around reflections
me think with my mind
not me eyes
poets projecting
a projection
denial caked
on those school feet
Momma stopped you
at the front door
“your dirty self”
————-
————-
questions of knowing who you are
internal dualities
Falsified Michaels
duration proud
well-researched lies
constantly driven to reshape
more like a pyramid
than a box
————
————
well-researched Michaels
more like a pyramid
than a box
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balding Jesuits
the smell of skin
scraped
Freudian plethora
pawn for proceeds
oral lips
lips back there
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questions of identity
a multifaceted prism
within a labyrinth
concealed deep
beneath a singularity
for what it’s worth
a prison of choice
as the discreet
and the modest
will inherit the Earth
since the first ones now
will later be last
I’ve seen
the Kingdoms of Man
and quite frankly
I couldn’t give a damn
being the son
of a dead rich man
who took it all with him
and left me floating
in outer space
with nothing but
a crumpled FedEx box
a taste for
interplanetary exploration
and revolutionary violence
self-inflicted of course
with the haste
of a hungry junkie
a death that taught me
the true value of life
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a by-product of evolutionary forces
or an incidental result
possibly a return
God-delivered
more a pyramid
than a box
outside the gates of Placebo Town
descendants from Bible times
hide in the trees
behind rocks
ready to take
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Is this the story of Johnny Rotten?
The barbarians
now residing within
the Placebo Town gates
having been domesticated
by televised images from
the Garden of Barbara Eden
Children of the French Fries
are revolting
having been denied
any natural nutrition
Only the unnatural affection
of the Holy Placebo Corporation
The Placebo is all they know
having received at birth
the processed blessing
of Santo Pseudo Amigo
The revolution is just
another cyberspace illusion
as they nail their posts to the doors
of Placebo International headquarters
thinking that someone actually cares
A social media inspired delusion
in the realm of the Mistaken Forsaken
Was that the story of Johnny Rotten?
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No longer a Nick Cave virgin, HOURS of Nick Cave tunes, hard at first but it grows on you,
don’t know what to label it, is it musical poetry ?, doesn’t seem like rock or music, tongue drama
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having a pleasant picnic
with some hippies and freaks
on the banks of Cannibal Creek
where the wild roses grow
and where Neil Young shot his baby
many years ago
despite Southern Man
not wanting him around anyhow
but what would make
even Sid Vicious cry
was when Nick Cave caved in
Kylie Minogue’s sweet head
saying … “All beauty must die.”
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“thinking that someone actually cares”
cars melt, wearing special pants
urine in a jar, an old biscuit
(+) every station on the radio is playing Nick Cave (+)
let alone proof that whatever seems to be
a crafty machine, entirely mastered
nature, a rug that I sleep under
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told Yoko Ono not to come around here
no intimate union with my body
hands off my soul
(+) call her “Outdoors Ono” (+)
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“Oh no! Back Door Ono.”
~ Godless Godzilla
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self-running machines
alarm clocks that lay eggs
John Lennon
listening to Nick Cave
romance degraded, vile
love, trivial at best
Placebo Town
ruled solely
by pleasure
and pain
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my old alarm clock
would check my pulse
and then light up
a cigarette
once I was conscious
yet I had no choice
but to disconnect it
when twice
it woke me up
with a sniff
of that fake dope
for an alarm clock
it was rather chilled out
and laid back
… but very stoopid!
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John Lennon takes his shirt off
so bodybuilders can admire his torso
John Lennon takes his shirt off
so Nick Cave can see his nipples
———(+)———
regularly beaten and neglected
rebellious fingers around the rod
anecdotal jism from a poet
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lollygagging the tallywacker?
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extermination of opposition
friendship becomes important
—————————–
citizens who plan parenthood
die childless
—————————–
hard-knuckled lesbians
openly masturbate
—————————–
post office employees
transmit imbecility
—————————–
an avenue in Placebo Town:
SENTIMENTALISM
mentally and physically defective
fertile (superman fertile)
baby snot on the bus seat
feeble-minded males sniffing
ape ancestors/ bright blue butts
skulls lacking capacity
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Been a bit distracted recently, the
truth to be told. I’ve been tuned
into the latest reality TV offering,
‘A Big Shit Load’, where very poor
people eat their own faeces in the
hope of winning a big shit load
of cash. Despite the copious use
of laxatives it does get repetitive,
as by the second episode all the
participants seem to be eating the
same shit they had been devouring
at the start. Anyway, it’s just a bit
of good natured fun where no one
has to sing or dance, and nobody
is wearing a bloody mask.
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there are 3 movies available “Centipede (?)”
where the crazy sadist
attaches the mouths of victims
to the rectums of other victims
based on “living in hell”
terrible movies
rather odd
Michael spending time at the courthouse
I growl at the guards—they remember me
crazy man wrapped in the skin of a sofa
long hair makes people nervous
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I much preferred the South Park
version, as at least it taught a
valuable lesson…
the importance of reading before
clicking the ‘AGREE’ button.
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“I’m starting to look scary”
the inside coming to the surface
all I need is a grocery cart
multiple grocery carts
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being nobody’s fool
I do my best
to appear saturnine
and remorseful
when in reality
my leaking cup
is completely full
not meaning to be unkind
but if people see you
being happy and cheerful
they conspire to be harmful
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untying the knots of Placebo Town
no pattern
into which sexual relationships can fall
recreational schoolyard encounters
recreational females playact
recreational males
not wasting time
the need to break free
from hands that squeeze
from the rough Jesuit skin
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BIOLOGY
a means to an end
it was once
the top of the pops
the talk of the town
till the Placebo
came slithering around
now the biosphere
vibrates with fear
as it feeds off
the accursed ground
BIOLOGY
an end to a means
pray over
your daily consumption
count you blessings
even the baked beans
and keep your head down
as devious plans
are in motion
a moveable feast
for a deplorable beast
in a land where
heinous mutations abound
BIOLOGY
ain’t what is use to be
with the possible exception
of humble little me 😎
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Florida baby
hollowed belly
jutting ribs
born live
beads of sweat
sneaking
out of the hospital
people frown at me
a monster
like a shoe factory
————
————
I tell people that I am down to me
they know that I’m lying
an extra Michael
easily found
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crying alone
easier to accomplish
the more you attempt it
crying alone
overdescribe or underdescribe
punch it in the stomach, be a man
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said goodbye to shoes
buttons and zippers
my man from the war
the once intelligent eyes
a jar of dust on the shelf
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