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 
train tracks to sexual gratification:
a demented thing
the female orgasm
reminiscent
God ripping out Eve
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my little Lolita
the next-door neighbour’s
pubescentual daughter
could not get
her school dress
hitched up any higher
sitting there
in my passenger seat
whispering something sweet
about how now
that she’s sixteen
nobody would dare say
that I was a paedophile
and make a scene
if I were to pull the car over
park for while
and give her a lesson
in how to pleasure a lover
on the way to school
I politely replied
that nothing would be nicer
but I’m no gun for hire
and no jailbait’s fool
my frontal lobe
is the only organ
I can freely share with her
at least untill
she’s a couple of years older
or I find
a really good lawyer
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Eve came from Adam
incest
talk around the water cooler
it can’t be right
reality
a pinch off God
GOD SUFFERS PARENTAL DEPRIVATION
quick, a myth about origins
(+) nothing Reader’s Digest
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one can purchase Josephine Baker jelly
a taste vulnerable to temperature
a hint of adolescent sweetness
———————
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a spoon of “unscrewable”
good for a lifetime
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I’m sure
a spoonful of sugar
would help little Lolita
go down
so fine
like a feline
that purrs
when you’re kind
why should such
sweet medicine
be a heinous crime?
in another place
in another time
I could purchase her
from her Viking
widowed mother
for just
a nickel and a dime
my very own
playful kitten
in front
and behind
then put her to work
in the kitchen
cooking my dinner
but in the meantime
because she’s not mine
I walk the line
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(+) perhaps, additional parts may be cut off me
for saying that God suffers parental deprivation
just a simple truth
no ant hills
or stubborn rust
the beautiful God
minus a pinch or two
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those who live long enough
become a participant in the adult sexual circus
Adam with his homoerotic nature
spitting seeds on the serpent inside Eve
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Eve on her back
with an endless train
deep inside her tunnel
pirates, prisoners, back stabbers
insensitive blond dinosaurs
boy scouts missing feet
lesbians wanting pie
weird gold fish
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Pirates plying
the Pelvic Sea 🌊
under the Jolly Roger 🏴☠️
keel hauling the consentual
seeking a hectic spanking
after walking the plank
plenty of goldfish 🐠
in the deep blue sea
buccaneering lesbians🗡️
and swashbuckling librarians ⚔️
sailing free and easy ⛵
pillaging and plundering
the Pelvic Sea 🏝️
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10/21 2022 2:01
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I Am the Prime Meridian
and the Alpha Abstraction
The space between
forever and oblivion
Time means nothing
Time means everything
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she looked up at her husband
silently thinking,
“you may have your train deep in my vagina tunnel
but I am in the wash-room brushing my teeth”
archaeologists
geologists
geographers
once she discovered her type
the struggle was over
hubby got his share
when she felt horny
her husband
became her older brother
best sex she ever had
lifting her off the bed
with his thick dong
lifting her off the bed
till she sprayed piss
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made a mix of Leonard Cohen and Nick Cave
often crying, the Mermaids gone
darker moments
poison ivy
never one for sacrifice
okay with average dimensions
vulnerable to amphetamines
I stop
when I can’t spell simple words
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the library powder room
pillaging and plundering
girls being girls
(Placebo Female Seminary)
at night a trail of glowing semen
unmistakably snail in nature
(+) heterosexuals forced to say that the man of noon
was mightier than the man of the moon (+)
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the Prime Meridian
says nothing
everything done
under a curious Sun
and a thirsty Moon
the Midnight Man
must face the light of noon
as the Kingdom soon come
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in old Placebo Town
the girls just wanna have fun
fully blessed with feathery down
all around their concaves for sex
fleshy lumps and hungry bumps
primed to replicate
with a ferociousy placid agenda
staying up late
discussing convexes
comparing appendages
that come with a placenta
“I have an idea! Let’s go
play with your little brother?”
as my Uncle Ernie would say
thank heavens for little girls
they grow up
in the most delightful way
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roll you up in carpet
and leave you for days
—–ask me if I know anything about reality
take away the pain
and it is meaningless
like late night television
————-
————-
lesbians dropping their hankies at Yosemite
combination hikes
sex and tenderness
pissing openly
a public squat
(+) piddle on poisonous flowers/valentines
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wrongs have been done
slights have been endured
burlesque-church
witchcraft
not an outsider
no defying the family
live by the sword
the handgun
disciplining
Michael
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the emotive cavalcade
an objective correlative
motives that cascade
survival is relative
amongst the ruins
secretive the shame
private reasons
personal obsessions
the stains that remain
trauma is the formula
hard wired in the brain
pervading every corner
there is a sure cure
in the form of a Saviour
with all authority and power
the mind of Christ
in my rock solid tower
no matter whatever
the world throws against me
being forgiven
is more than a feeling
it’s a state of pure freedom
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the stains that remain
trauma is the formula
new TIDE
strong enough to tackle
all mumbo-jumbo
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scuzzballs all covered in sin
banging at the door
“Little pig, little pig,
let us come in!”
“No, no, no! Not by the hair
on my chinny, chin, chin.”
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I own two pairs of pants
underwear made for a circus
3 public tee shirts with pockets
3 at home scuzzy tee shirts with pockets
multiple thick black surgical stockings
no shoes
I have an excellent night porter
he’s physically perfect
so attractive
sometimes
I cry
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freedom is in the pocket
of a scuzzy tee shirt
worn in public
devotions
poetic
where
emotions
can blossom
into the spiritual
a realm beyond ridicule
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dressed for the street
in second hand clothing
neither pristine nor neat
donated to charity shops
a tee shirt without a pocket
prestained Levi jeans
and a discarded leather jacket
I may look like I’m homeless
but I’m saving myself a packet
the wife doesn’t complain
in fact … she rather likes it
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I own over 2000 vinyl records
over 5000 CDs/DVDs
have donated at least a 1000 books
easily have a 1000 great books
bottom line: storage problems
bottom line: consumer psychosis
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it’s never easy
on the road again
for a Dylan-Opium junkie
his vinyl collection all stolen
in a land hungry
for the constant consumable
streaming as from heaven
the mean streets of Placebo
taught me to be minimal
even to go commando
since the great underwear embargo
when the carnal became the usual
with no fig leaf left
in the garden of Eden
The Night Manager’s will be done
Medication without end
in Placebo Town
as it was in Sodom
Digital Come
Analog Go
Amen
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talking to reflections in puddles of water
relatives blow snot and ask me to remain silent
my night porter has wings
I know
I was nervous at first
why should I be so lucky ?
(Google cautions that in the future I may be his night porter)
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in Placebo Town
as it was in Sodom
Nick Cave singing about Lady Cyrus
him pushing fire up her snatch
just as they wave to him
they wave to me
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simple reflections
inform me
that
womenfolk
vanish like rats
before the house collapses
phone numbers are no longer valid
a computer voice responds negatively
lost friendships
suitcases and coffins
anemic shadows, erratic
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unreciprocated passion
suitcases and coffins
blossoms fallen
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pOETRY wORKSHOP:
stand in awe
movie stars
WADE
(first) the haunted house
digital handwriting compromised
penetrated, imagistic grief leaking
an expectation, day follows night
Michael wishes to balloon across
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pORTAL wORKSHOP
meets at night
in Vladivostok
to gaze longingly
at Marilyn Monroe’s
tunnel of pure light
and to freely discuss
their inner most feelings
It was very touching
when Vladimir Putin
talked so fondly
about his dear mother
Maria
and how much
he truly misses her
reading aloud in Russian
his lovely poem
revealing how
she conceived him
without original sin
I commented to Comrade Putin
how he must be so very proud
and that he should celebrate
his Bolshevik mother
with an all out invasion
of some country not his own
… possibly Poland?
it never entered my brain
he’d pick a fight
with the Ukraine
pORTAL wORKSHOP
exists in the twilight zone
where all roads will lead you
to the bright lights
of Placebo Town
a black hole that some call
Home Sweet Home
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I find myself
the center of grief
others wade across
escape and start new
pencil sketches of Honeymoon Michael
white buttocks with Hollywood tan lines
ignorant of death without resurrection
Death sniffing
the debt due
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he came back begging
the one who
tried blackmailing me
saying …
“I didn’t think you’d reply due to
the grief I caused you recently.”
Good Grief!
It was more a relief
to cross him off
my busy social calendar
he even asked if we could catch up
over coffee
instead of lawyers
guns and money
being very forgiving
I told him (to go fuck himself)
not to bother
being a Jedi master of stealth
who’d trained him
as a young padawan
opening up a doorway
to great wealth
with adventure aplenty
the “recklessly criminal scandals”
he thought he had over me
were all in his fevered imagination
and so long ago
that the Statute of Limitation
had well and truly kicked in
to think that he’d end up
conspiring with the Empire!
I’ll just have to graciously decline
the invitation
to his upcoming Sith wedding
burning bridges are no good
for double crossing
over to the dark side
with the Trade Federation
Padmé Amidala has no idea
of the storm that’s coming
perhaps I should rescue her?
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Leonard Cohen is warning everyone of Taylor Swift
sights and sounds recorded by a fly on a corpse
at best, mindless uncertainty
a prankster who deposits
her eggs in innocents
expectant lunch
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Taylor Swift warned me
about the Miami Labyrinth
all those who enter there
must answer questions three
the ultimate fate of Leonard Cohen
who wins and who loses
on a blind date with a lesbian
apart from Bob Dylan
and the secret name
of the Head Librarian
Taylor then warned me
that lovers are gonna bite
so prepare for some pain
like a Tay Tay taser to the brain
such a sweet treat on fright night
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release from Gethsemane
lower level angels
tidy up
their eyes cloudy
red beads on thorns
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neighing in the darkness
the penis
accommodating its needs
people in the lobby stare at the floor
————
————
the servant-machine may die in birth
completely ignorant of Taylor Swift
a malicious juvenile jester
stuffed in a thin
jumper skin
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a hound dong 🐶
howling at the moon 🌕
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Taylor Swift
juvenile sensibility
a fruit never ripe
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her strange sheep gone astray
a sweet piece of Little Bo Peep
with some Tay Tay in the hay
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music terribly aggressive, neurotic
a female Sputnik with small breasts
she has faded from the public imagination
bedridden with romance, Taylor Loving Swift
a vulnerable target for Cupid
playfulness
then intercourse
(+) Taylor becomes Adele
(+) Adele becomes Lady Gaga
(+) Lady Gaga becomes Madonna
(+) Madonna becomes Roseanne Barr
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( – ) like a bat out of hell
Roseanne Bar becomes Meatloaf
( – ) Meatloaf becomes P!nk
or medium-rare to Adele who orders
Uber Eats in her underwear
as Taylor Swift is not man enough
for Kevin Spacey who got off
after getting high with an American
beauty and all the unusual suspects
( – ) the Serpent in the Garden becomes
Mick Jagger swallowing a microphone
at a Hell’s Angels concert in Altamont
as the Californication gets red hot
( – ) Hell’s Angels become combine
harvesters working the bible belt
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(careful) combine harvesters are a sensitive lot
a different kind of sensitive
not frolicking on the beach on Long Island
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in a jacuzzi
with the Miami boys
the void in Taylor Swift
becomes Pink Floyd
as the flesh of Palm Beach
succumbs to her noise
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I discovered that Taylor Swift sounds better
if you turn the volume off
somehow the lyrics
take on a sparkle
———–
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3 hour pOETRY wORKSHOP
no one offered to solve the riddle
nursery rhymes, some from the side of the road
buy a pumpkin, talk of a mouse running up the clock
thoughts jog up the mind, remembrances loudly chime
HICKORY DICKORY DOCK, beware stray thoughts
physical beings floating, the invisible visible
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genital mutilation put to song
unidentified aerial phenomena
that’s 3 hours of your life gone
Poetry Workshop is an enigma
wrapped up in a lunch box and
shrouded in a condominium
where genital mutilation can
become one’s favourite pastime
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the poet who is exhausted, perhaps empty
falls back on UNPLEASANTNESS
subject matter that undercuts
the positive with the negative
————-Michael standing in the shadows
in a circle of unpleasantness
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life is essentially
a plot summary
Bram Stoker
adversities
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Nick Cave
what price is he willing to pay ?
caring and upright, ghostlike ghoul
black bat wings for hair
myth-pool eyes, sunken
sincere concern for Mother Earth
what price is he willing to pay ?
———–
———–
a bookcase of flaws
tiny eyes backward
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psychoanalyzing yourself
putting it in print
waking up
to write
poke holes in the wall for oxygen
to peek at monsters doing adult things
in one corner, an acoustic guitar
guilty of musical masturbation
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“Some painters transform the sun
into a yellow spot, others transform
a yellow spot into the sun.”
~ Pablo Picasso
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the movie, “Misery”
how many times did Annie Wilkes
have to deal with bathroom functions
piss and poop from her beloved author
daily hands on the anal valley, the spout
(+) the typewriter missing “n”
(+) the lack of people of color
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imaginary playmates
unconventional
bohemian
virgins from Lausanne
they marched in formation
allegiance to their slick parts
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the rat catcher left
for the Garden of Eden
saying something about
how Placebo Town
ain’t no Funky Town
or was I only dreaming
as the head librarian
held me firmly
in her slipstream?
For some reason
she now only lets me
take out one book at a time
and only after a bout
of her strictest discipline
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THE RATCATCHER
boy-o-boy
shadows
from the past
you want to hide
you want to bring out the gun
you fear something you might regret
the smell of “reaping the profits”
the smell of burning tires
being left behind
with shortcomings
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I get the occasional postcard
from the Rat Catcher
saying …
“Wish you were here in Funky Town.
It’s just like Eden, only funkier! ”
I’m so glad he found his Shangri-La
after all the rats that he caught
lurking about at pOETRY sOAPBOX
and hawking their self help books
may their comings be short
just like the rest of us rodents
nesting in the crannies and nooks
of crooks and nannies
trying hard to forget
the Hickory Dickory Dock we got
at the Placebo Town Library
.
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when people ask me
what I really enjoy:
on a video of Radiohead, “Creep”
a guitar player in the background
who has god awful hair
plays his guitar
like my friend, Skitter
when he tries to start his chainsaw
the sin of his bangs hanging down his face excites me
only a nasty boy would do such a thing
the way his arm attacks the guitar
like masturbation gone wild
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without mathematics
there would be no music
what came first?
natural law … or
the rhythms of the universe
that lead us on
to the supernatural
with a burst of awe
and a curious thirst
the hidden vibrations
within every atom
at the command
of the Most High Creator
the variations expanding
the imperfections
for worse or for better
that make us all human
molecules weaving
substance from nothing
as reality seeps
from a timeless vacuum
out of thin air
a higher conciousness
is forever calling all
us creeps in the darkness
asleep in the tomb
buried in the gloom
of the deepest trauma
the rhythms of the universe
tuning in to Radio Karma
high on life’s drama
both a blessing and a curse
in the Mind Temple of Doom
always the choice
listened to Slayer
… or the Saviour?
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the incredible ugliness
of Putin and Republicans
———
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the incredible ugliness
of Putin and Republicans
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on the Ark
the animals made music
and they knew nothing of mathematics
on the Ark
Noah knew
mathematics
in four directions
he could barely hum
much less carry a tune
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I know Noah
loved his animals
more than me
on his great big boat
saying that
he wasn’t my mother
but at least he did feed me
whatever his pets didn’t eat
those animals got far too fat
it’s a miracle
that Noah’s Ark stayed afloat
so much for two of a kind
there was only one of me
but Noah didn’t seem to mind
that Patriarch of the Ark
could be very unkind
like throwing Steven Spielberg
overboard
when we hit an iceberg
after an alien close encounter
of the fourth kind
saying that crazy jew
was out of his mind
when the spaceship left
with the woolly mammoths
I was happy to stay behind
as obviously Steven Spielberg
was not on Noah’s List
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Steven Spielberg was on the Ark
God wanted to experience
the event through
his eyes
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Steven Spielberg was at Eden
God wanted to experience
the event through
his eyes
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God so loved Steven Spielberg
that he asked him to judge the size
of Adam’s penis
Penile measurements were important
for the first MAN
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as it was in the beginning
so it is in the ending
with much to accomplish
start out as you mean to finish
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I know this sounds crazy
but I was watching a video
of Nick Cave performing
“The Ship Song”
and I noticed that he
was wearing
my high school graduation ring
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as you well know
the good stuff is in town
(Halloween)
my night porter scored
I am amazed at the distance
looking back, I am no longer in sight
I enjoy leaving myself behind
I am selfish
having a new self
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always plenty
of good stuff
going down
in Placebo Town
where the going gets tough
at wOETRY pORKSHOP
where the money is tight
unless you’re ready to fight
and can handle the slop
where fright night
is a basic human right
for neither the living
or the dead
but somewhere in between
like a regular citizen
being bled
and then fed
on high octane caffeine
where everday
can be Halloween
like a hot shot to the heart
and a rupture of the spleen
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themes and symbolism
may be the duty of others
thrift stores full of driving plots
motivated characters, outdoor sex
right before she tossed the baby out
she said that she was tired of diapering it
we smoked a cigarette in silence, maybe two
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after visiting her doctor
to get a contraceptive stent
inserted in her arm
little Lolita
bought a pair of angel’s wings
at the thrift shop on the corner
saying she meant me no harm
but I couldn’t hear her
in my head
there was a ringing alarm
she’s young enough
to be my daughter
and I’m no Jerry Lee Lewis
fresh from the farm
(may his great balls of fire 🔥🔥
rest in peace 🙏 with
goodness and graciousness 😇 )
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E. Dickinson and her contraceptive stent
cruelties and injustices/wetting the bed
the price she paid/love notes from sailors
love channeled far away on the seas
boys, my legs spread/bargaining
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microscopic Chinese dicks
masturbation: tinkering without yanking
it is not my place to say that they need religion
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penis envy
will be
the driving force
of World War 3
when I guess
we’ll all be fucked?
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CHINESE:
————-incomplete
————-candlesticks without candles
detached sperms spread down there
bargain good the rub
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the cycle unbroken
next stop
Armageddon
did Cain kill Abel
his blue eyed brother
for being well hung
or just for the thrill
and because he was able?
the bigger the weapon
the better the outcome
Vladimir Putin and Xi Jinping
both bear that mark of Cain
(and a very small dong)
an unbroken circle
engraved into the brain
In Placebo Town
don’t be caught dead
without one!
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YOUTH
numerous interruptions
gravitational instability
contemplating suitcases
———–
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Adam orbiting around the sun
Eve sleeping inside an atomic warhead
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INSATIABLE
seduction gravitational
have suitcase … will travel
till the Eve of Destruction
on a trail of trouble
amongst the human rubble
like a vagrant Adam
evicted from Eden
after double dealing
with the Devil
and his angels fallen
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the television has gone to another tongue
people look the same
meal after meal
shit/piss
people stay at hotels
so they can walk on the beach
the sun encourages their flesh to peel
the sand poisonous with fecal bacteria
———
———
my night porter purchases (most exuberantly)
the good stuff from Switzerland
where afterwards one can
stand and walk away
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letter-friendships
mail art
brilliant and perceptive
pent-up images/words
——–
——–
a collapse of skin
earring holes
that made me
barf
I asked him— woman or man
I asked her— woman or man
a collapse of skin
earring holes
that made me barf
——–
——–
childish playfulness
peeing in public
the tip of the stream
challenging
peek
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the tip of the stream
human consciousness
comatose
as in a dream
seeking wholeness
wandering the aisles
at Walmart
lasting longer
and better than sex
fulfilment in a shopping cart
always the question
demanding an answer
… what to but next?
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please
tell Robert Smith (The Cure)
to retire and take a rocket to Mars
battle after battle
adversity wins
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once upon a time
when Robert Smith
was young
the Cure committed
the mischievous crime
of blowing out my eardrums
by deliberately putting
their guitars out of tune
the ensuing high volume
throbbing disharmonic bass
took off the roof
launching us all
past a curious Wolf Moon
into outer space
with some of the audience
crashing into the Sun
whilst the rest of us
were sent black hole diving
through an eventful horizon
Robert Smith himself
was in tears of joy
after the deed was done
as down his face
the mascara flowed
past his grinning chin
for me …
it was money well spent
as we left
now totally deaf
my friend Leon screamed
if you want a cure
then get their latest album
. . . Faith
as for Leon
no truer words
ever were spoken
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Placebo Town
just feet from the Lord
and I stayed in the automobile
with sister alley cats
kissing and loving
and what did I
carry away ?
the Lord would be the Lord
but my masculinity
it was counting
down
the scrap pile was growing daily
Michael this and Michael that
parts worn out
rarely replaced
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the human race
scratching in the dark
for the good stuff
laced with a trace
of what rodents
love to taste
that knowledge
less of good
and more of evil
every bite
leaves it’s mark
so they nibble
in great haste
devouring the lot
lest any goes to waste
sufficient to say
they could all do
with a hot shot
of enduring grace
but since Cain
murdered Abel
many seem unwilling
and apparently unable
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