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 
the vulnerable link in the behavioral chain
mechanics of youth
anxieties
that turn into aggression
outside the gates
the smell of placenta
budding
animals in human condition
too weak to struggle
afraid of God
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on the way to school
little Lolita
the next-door neighbour’s
stented daughter
reached over
felt my leg
undid my seatbelt
and said that she’d love
to stealth me
and not to make her beg
having no idea
what she meant
I went ahead
purely out of curiosity
now I know
if you’re going to stealth
some unexpecting body
you’re gonna need a stent
consequently
I feel so guilty
for getting her there late
tomorrow
we’ll have to
leave for school
nice and early
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The [reverent] fear of the LORD
[that is, worshiping Him and
regarding Him as truly awesome]
is the beginning
and the preeminent part of wisdom
[its starting point and its essence],
And the knowledge of the Holy One
is understanding
and spiritual insight.
Proverbs 9:10 Amplified
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angry—–given rocks to grow trees
chew tobacco and sit on the porch
poets say “indifferent passage”
genitals wreathed in lichen
no babies being made
Picasso with his unpainted self
patina on his backside
his thumb latch
aged/worn
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I was laundering my proceeds of
crime through the collection tray
at the Church of the Poison Mind
till one day the Priest of Yeast said
no more of your nickel and dime
come back when either you’ve hit
the big time or done some hard time
as not all who wander are lost and
the evidence of your existence is so
hard to find and we need you to be a
model example of a disciple sublime
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I thought I was in America
but when I stepped outside
and saw my means of transportation
my knees buckled and I shed a tear or two
at the train station I noticed Mr. Pierre Curie
he was having great difficulty with his suitcases
my mind was flooded with images of his raw penis
they say that when he pulled back his foreskin for a piss
a terrible thing happened, precious layers of flesh slipped off
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I spent decades
smuggling toxic waste
concealed
in tins of baby formula
into China
spent fuel rods
from Fukushima
were particularly popular
my very best customers
would use them to fabricate
outdoor furniture
to be exclusively exported
back to the West
there is a time and a place
for finding it hilarious
when layers of flesh slip off
especially when it’s a fat
decadent capitalist
having a nice outdoor rest
in the dysfunctional U.S.
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pOETRY wORKSHOP
———-
———-
light beams in poetry trying to escape
having trouble paying rent to gravity
(gravity is a serious landlord)
slow moving Leonard Cohen
God changed his weight
took him away
unaffected
by gravity
but bent
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poetry reads slower in a higher gravitational field
time has opposite directions, flat and curved
some say that flat is adequate
but the truth be
curved
thoughts
are not prisoners
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being well-behaved
light tonight kissing light from the past
ghost images in the sky, funky dinosaurs
memory of motion is a question mark
memory of sound, not so much
thinking of Nick Cave
dilations/emissions
loyal to gravity
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was Aaron Carter
held under by gravity
along with Whitney Houston
that bathtub in California
must be overflowing
with dead celebrities
Dolores O’Riordan
didn’t drown in style
drunk in the tub
at the Placebo Hilton
she was eaten
by the Werewolves of London
being such a juicy cranberry
not by a Zombie
as that would be so common
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I must confess:
once Dolores gained a few pounds
I found her 100% beautiful
such a wonderful smile
if I had a birthday wish
I would wish for her
(+) wild talent
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just your Irish luck
Dolores has recently
lost a lot of weight
not wanting to racially profile
but the Irish do love a drink
and to fight
as long as it’s with the English
then that’s alright
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Recently I’ve noticed that couples in movies
make love with their underwear on
the female is always on top
tonight’s movie
the couple were fully dressed
blue jeans and tee shirts
the woman was on top
I think their hearts ticked
at a different rate of speed
sex fully clothed
could be a form of birth control
or a byproduct of deceleration
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The Cavity of Creativity
Temporarily
Freed From Gravity
It has ever been thus
teens in blue jeans
rutting fully dressed
the full appreciation
of nakedness
is a progression
touched
by the painter’s brush
intercourse can bring out
the artist in all of us
the physical poetical
transcended
to the spiritual
when love is the pinnacle
rather than just
the biological gratification
of a clandestine rush
working hard
on the big bang
for that extreme
state of satisfaction
takes commitment
and dedication
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I have trouble with Reader’s Digest
simple mind games
soon
no need to get naked
NO this goes in there
just rub a minute or two
ALWAYS with her on top
(female must appear to dominate)
no need to remove clothing
no need to orgasm
just go through the motion
jump off and return to the screen
love has nothing to do with sex in the movies
love has very little to do with romance
————
————
“sometimes a good pair of gloves
are more important than love”
……………Robert Frost
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romance is just
swollen engorged glands
in short pants
. . . unless
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anyone wanting to take a shower
with their clothes on
please
do so privately
do not inform me
I find the concept wrong
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I too have no tattoos
or any piercings
not even a nose ring
around Placebo Town
where most do their best
to look like a circus clown
or the bride of Frankenstein
exhibits usually seen
only on a the ghost train
I don’t mean
to appear queer
but just think
of the money I’m saving!
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I got it
the Head Librarian
taught me that
the hard way
with her index system
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—————-TWITTER HAS A CLITORIS————-
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———– and A NEW ASSHOLE
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on the motorbike in a bathrobe
my night porter
exaggerated
efforts
to tame
to control
not me of Michael
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they call the wind
Nicole
the rats of Pensacola
are scurrying down a hole
where nothing is really sacred
take care Michael
best not go naked
into the tempest
as they call the wind
Nicole
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I get storm stress
every minute on the clock
have been through ugly storms
it seems that gravity no longer exists
in vulgar terms: poop stains on the ceiling
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Placebo Library
non-pregnant labor force
gender divisions/artificial dongs
women crawling out of their skin
(+) hormonal tournaments (+)
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Placebo Town celebrities
face down in the bathtub
lesbians having babies
Love Island contestants
spreading diseases
the rub and tug
like stains on a rug
Placebo Town celebrities
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the exit from Eden, unspeakable
the Daddy-World of God
where was mother ?
—————everyone thinks of Eve
—————everyone thinks of Eve
(one): Adam had his serpent between his legs
(two): Eve was Adam with her serpent on the inside
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NOT LOVING BACK ENOUGH
happiness, prelude to suffering
butterflies collected for the museum
small children with birthdays
adults with death dates
(drinking wine purchased at a gas mart)
at the Museum of Death
people have sex without nudity
people kiss and never touch lips
lesbians ricocheting
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In Placebo Town
there’s nowhere left
to bury the dead
since the cemetery
was turned into a car park
a sky burial or cremation
is now your only option
to go up in flames
or be dismantled by strangers
and fed to the vultures
in Placebo Town it’s all the same
no waiting in line
for the Grim Reaper to step in
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nude children on the edge of the road/near the railroad tracks
tourists from NYC eyeballing autumn colors/hypnotized by sativa
stop and give them coins/cough drops/photographing their urinary tracts
as if they were feeding zoo squirrels outside the larger mammal enclosures
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++fell asleep (+)
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Salt Fat Acid Heat
after cooking the vodka
my favela
an animal enclosure
where mammals meet
has gone under
thanks to Boris Pasternak
dreaming of Amber
seducing Taylor Swift
young and sweet
the very best of the U.S.
poets and romance
Boris Pasternak
and John Keats jealous
Salt Fat Acid Heat
forever in their short pants
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anxieties while holding the steering wheel
driving like a madman towards the storm
the feet of others flying about
enthusiasm before death
pressing the accelerator
with no wheels
grounded
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last night the Moon
was engorged and angry
a lunar beaver high in the sky
I felt like that Peeping Tom
spying the naked body
of Lady Godiva riding by
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a troupe of Rajasthani puppeteers
were knocking on doors
in my neighborhood
warning us of the
S-T-O-R-M
tourists
were purchasing exit tickets
criminals wearing rubber waders
had bogus rolls of rainbow tickets
congested nose flute-players
outside the weed outlet
my night porter and I
painting portraits
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being a roadie
for the Strolling Bones
a Placebo Town tribute band
is not easy
the pay is lousy
and the groupies
are all old and wrinkly
I’ve recently done my back
having to carry Charlie Watts
in and out of the truck
and Brian Jones
never bothers to thank me
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—————-the storm is 75 miles away from shore——————-
the Persistence of Memory is safely stored away
Jellybean lesbians are in bed sniffing each other
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I heard that Nicole
has that taste
of Cuban Cigars
and Jamaican rum
Nothing like Ian
who smelled like
a dead vagrant
left out to rot
in the Floridian sun
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the body of Charlie Watts
phallic and vaginal
sexually sewn
personality
dehydrated
(apparent failure)
family wished him buried under rubbish
unanswered drum related questions
Dollar Store replacement
Mick Jagger pockets
the extra cash
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pOETRY wORKSHOP
was cancelled due to the storm
tonight’s guest speaker was Woody Guthrie
damn
I had 101 questions
when does one get to entertain a folk balladeer ?
a man as anti-mattress as one can be
a man who refused to remove his boots
after being arrested
the police claimed that his boots were subversive
they cut them off and he spent two months in the hospital
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Heroes
they all end up
face down on a gurney
in a Placebo Town hospital
and then sentenced
to Poetry Workshop
as punishment
for the crime of existence
yet Woody Guthrie
and his mahogany guitar
that killed fascists
live on in song
Gloria in Excelsis
Ron DeSantis should be
spending some quality time
with Woody Guthrie
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Ron DeSantis is a terrible, terrible, terrible person
if he spoke Russian, he would be Putin
if he was mafia, he would be Trump
HE MAY BE THE LAST PRESIDENT
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According to
Brian Nostradamus
the other Placebo Town prophet
Ron DeSantis is
the Praying Mantis of Babylon
who rips the heads off
lesbian librarians
His personal dominatrix
being the only exception
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Jerusalem, the half-brother of Rome
secret passengers from above
desiring visible geography
Adam and Eve pampered
exit stations all about
a safe distance from
forbidden curiosity
wide open thighs
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Copernicus taught me that
Jerusalem is the centre
of the Earth 🌍 . . . but then
he also said that the Sun ☀️
is the centre of the Universe.
Copernicus is now buried deep
in a labyrinth under the Vatican
after saying that the virgina is
a gateway for space exploration.
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WORDS LEFT AS TESTAMENT
avert thy eyes from the mountain
the world is your home
the task of averting
avenues at the library:
(+) hardness of heart
(+) darkening of the mind
temporal things with a marching band inside
Michael with a veil/a Moses veil
(+) the fear of nostalgia/the fear of NO RETURN
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I AM THE CHARCUTIER
amongst the cannibals
The Hannibal Lecter
of Woetry Porkshop
where the Diamond Dogs
of Doggerel bark non-stop
and the Meat Eaters
of Har Məgīddō are keen
to meet and greet you
I AM THE ANTIPASTO
of Placebo Town
who brings down
the wrath of Charcuterie
from Mount Salami
as hungry creatures
of unnatural obesity
howl at a Harvest Moon
All humanity will soon
be on my Unholy Menu
so bring a sharp knife
a fork and a dessert spoon
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not the vagina
but the identity of the vagina
the hellcat
hormone crazed
leaking cottage cheese
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one must accept
and work upon it
one tries to ignore the distortions
the balancing of values
the misery crowd
Taylor Swift
and her rapid sales
number one
fallen and degenerate
a lovely girl
with her transplants
a pelvis
like a lawn chair
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chaos becomes fried eggs in the morning
not denying but wrestling the bugger
Yoko busy bending the crooked stick
squeezing out every drop
not a Sean but perhaps
a Jesus
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ARTWORK:
an imperfect disguise
of our lowest appetites
(precepts of nature and reason)
fellow-creatures
——————
——————
at the library
Taylor Swift
can be found
under
(A) infantile
(B) infantile
(C) infantile
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nothing beyond decency and cleanliness
a fancy clockwork pelvis
not the common
folding lawn
chair
during sleep
they remove
any and all embryo
Ms. Taylor on stage/on tour
Ms. Taylor free of corrosion
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Ever since Prospero the Magician
was canonised as the Patron Saint
of Placebo Town there’s been a
brooding tempest threatening to
bring civilisation crashing down.
Even his fortress at Mar-a-Lago
can not keep Prospero’s daughter
safe and sound as Miranda has a
most desirous ass which Caliban
longs to pound.
Prospero had promised Ariel his
freedom but he should never have
trusted a double dealing Magician
and his pledge to make Atlantis
great again.
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ASS POUNDING
time-space continuum
South Florida
the guy at the gas station
suggested that if one was going to do the deed
one would need space and time
maidens praying that despicable seed travelleth elsewhere
————-
————-
hanging out with coitus experts
a circle of anthropologists
guilty men and women
kings and queens of stereotypes
divergencies of the sexual jungle
(+) mutual participation
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COITUS SEXSPURTS
love Island participants
tattooed genitals
and pierced nipples
pounding the celebrity pavement
spreading syphilitic ignorance
non-binaries in the short pants
of client-server architecture
Bruce the Boss salivates
over the body of Taylor Swift
claiming her music made him do it
all the world is a stage
Placebo Town is now a circus
floating upon a human cesspit
COITUS SEXSPURTS
over a holographic Elvis
but nothing ever sticks
endlessly hitting the ground
as everthing comes too easy
in a seedy sleazy Placebo Town
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Tay Tay ain’t no Debbie Harry
“Once I had a love
and it was a gas
Soon turned out,
it was a pain in the ass
Seemed like the real thing
only to find
Mucho mistrust,
love’s gone behind (Ouch!)”
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everybody strips down before the Lord
tattooed anything
the going slows
the window fogs
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I almost married a lesbian
why not
as she promised
to share everything
but I had second thoughts
she was keen
the bridesmaids were to be
a few of her ex girlfriends
and an overweight drag queen
all dressed up
as the Village People
pole dancing and prancing
about the Mormon chapel
the guests no doubt
would’ve been
Placebo Town’s finest
and best dressed deviants
we loved each over so much
you could say we were
the perfect match
plus her family was rich
her daddy was a judge
and her mother
had a permanent case
of that seven year itch
she wanted me to scratch
it’s not that we were out
to fool anyone
she loved to make love
. . . mostly with women
perhaps one day she hoped
to have my children
but we were just too young
so we ended up
as very good friends
who like to have fun
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God divides the waters:
(+) men who marry lesbians
(+) men who do not
———-
———-
God commands the lesbians
to become librarians
———-
———-
every two miles
man constructs
another library
each library has secret doors
doors of domination/subordination
bathroom stalls where males can experience
the “one flesh” of Genesis/the myth-bone in the hole
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Readers’s Digest people talk of mountains
and precious stones, diamonds, gold and silver
———————no talk of the myth-bone
——————————————–
——————————————–
with restricted vocabulary
Father reminds his male children
that he has loaned them the gift of penis
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as of today
one billion hands
have touched the Black Crucifix
each soul in agreement
that only Jesus
knows true
grief
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grief for the common human
wears away over time
forever aching
dissolves
in booze
drugs
sex
PLACEBO TOWN
where people
still measure and weigh
long standing grief and agony
grooms gather in the Honeymoon lobby
and share grief that resembles their own
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Michael Jackson married
Lisa Marie Presley
so to have sex with Elvis
by proxy . . . but when
it came to the honeymoon
he just couldn’t do it
no fitting in
no going through with his plot
to seed the first of a new breed
a King of both Rock and Pop
leaving poor Lisa Marie
to call Michael the King of Flop
as she took it personally
when he just couldn’t get it up
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a Dilaudid a hour
the inner ache
goes weak
knees bend
the dong flops
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Eve with the internal serpent was intelligent
Adam made from clay was more short school bus
he occupied his time with naming things
secretly, he pondered how nice it would be
if Eve was a man
(+) a nameless angel whispered in his ear
“ask God for a replacement”
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Walking past the slave markets,
at Canary Wharf, I spied Taylor
Swift being auctioned off to
whoever was the highest bidder.
A rather undignified affair as they
forced her to take her clothing off
so the crowd could see what was
underneath. Many of the bidders
then insisted on touching her and
examining her teeth. Even the old
auctioneer couldn’t keep his hands
to himself. Needless to say I didn’t
place a bid as I’ve already slaves
aplenty, and not enough money
as that wench ended up fetching
a king’s ransom. Talking about
rampant inflation!
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small talk at the market
the folding pelvis
Taylor Swift
“I am what the Father made me”
naked facing the Law
to serve in charity
as a willing follower
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small talk on the couch
Bono drooling
on Taylor Swift’s lap
and itching
his egotesticle rash
Graham Norton scratching
the surface
of subliminal existence
talking complete crap
whilst squawking like a duck
that doomsday cult
of self indulgent celebrity
realising they are but
the painted face of humanity
tells me that this planet
is seriously fucked
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while in Eden
Adam found sex to be a chore
being made from clay
he had very little respect
for friction
Eve who had an enlarged clitoris
found friction to be her best friend
she wanted Adam to make haste
enough was never enough
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paralleling my affiliation with Taylor Swift
drinking from a jelly-glass
unplugged
in the burial ground
dead people trying to repress libidinal drives
educated people trying to fasten onto language
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THE OPENING OF THE GATES OF DESIRE
gateway to the woman part
——waiting——
men dead from hunger
men dead from advanced age
Death has zero tolerance
(+) marriage on the cross is its own thing
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after completing
an exhaustive mineral survey
on the isthmus of Tay Tay
a promising outcrop of rock
turned out to be nothing but pop
glittering quartz
without an ounce of gold in it
just a sliver of silver
pulsating around a quivering clit
at an overpriced concert
where is that Night Porter
when you really need a big hit
of chemical excitement?
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the mystical marriage of the Beatles
——Eden——
a creature despised and shunned
wrapped around the leg of John
mingling, all went wrong
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The Rolling Stones
servile in mind
sloathful
of body
genders on stage
corruption
perversity
numb
in all directions
no need for orgasm
just sing an old ditty
“Jagger sperm like snail snot
daddy is cold and momma is hot”
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people on the beach late at night
pitch black outside
they frolic in the
WATER
they are from outer space
watched too many movies
were front seat on the small bus
outsiders may lack definitions
locals not so much
fear needs no
introduction
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the streets were clean
exceptionally clean
Moses would have it no other way
too much a realist to soar
above common dirt
above shadows
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rumor:
they dug Charlie Watts up
so Mick could remove his pinkie ring
the grave does not deny the debt to be satisfied
Mister Death does not knock
poverty begs entrance
all of Mick’s children
have six fingers
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to be simply human
like Bill Wyman
would be a blessing
to quit the band
before the shit hits the fan
as Jerry Hall discovers
that Mick is an alien
and Keith Richards
eats young children
to keep himself
looking young
now look at him
he must be starving!
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daily maintenance on Taylor Swift
one can fold her up
like a Swiss knife
Taylor the Pelvis
(her lyrics are seldom understood in their full meaning)
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Galadriel, the Lady of the Wood,
once offered to translate the lyrics
of Taylor Swift so they could be understood, as they all sounded
Elvish to me, After saying not to
bother, I thanked her from the
bottom of my heart for her gift of
a perpetual elvish rod of magical
mallorn wood (the hardest wood
to be found in Middle Earth) from
the Lothlórien Forest. Of much
greater use than a Swiss Army
pocket knife. Especially when you’re
dealing with the likes of Taylor Swift.
Hard as that may be for an old White
Wizard such as me!
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Elfish wood or a dinosaur bone ?
an eye that looks back at you
it is NO secret
the serpent
spits seed
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the monotonous pleasure of Taylor Swift
fold her up, unfold her, admire that Maytag pelvis
coming, going, the tug of her judicious female canal
—-appreciation of her is not in itself enough—-
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just think
20 years of repairing
the Taylor Swift model
(+) ARTIST OF THE YEAR (+)
the factory lights are on late tonight
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I am crude
sleep in crudeness
a tainted white American
nesting in Placebo, Palm Beach
just a short float from rural Hades
(+) how many brushstrokes from eternity ?
far from the crowds
happy with my
night porter
(+) constantly metamorphosing experiences
standing naked by the road taking handouts
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with my less
than centered self
not so much defined
as a container of crap
a penthouse of selfishness
fresh Swiss blood, narcotics
life through bulletproof glass
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a black Santa
never saw a black Santa
requesting a black Santa
———————is that like a punch in the snoot ?
(Q.) the cost of allowing evil to exist
(A.) heat from Hell welds our randomness
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you can quote me on that:
“heat from Hell welds our randomness “
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Black Friday is upon us!
Who to sacrifice
upon the flames of randomness
in the Mall that welds us all
to the heat of Hell’s Marketplace?
Given a choice … Taylor Swift
as it’s too late for Robert Frost
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exposure
stark naked
who taught humans
to conceal their genitals ?
Nazi Republicans on television
(+) I ask God for sword-wielding angels
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rumor:
Adam and Eve swallowed as much of Eden as they could before their farewell
Eve was taught in the Black Arts, she made many things with their curly poop
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Nazi Republicans
with random hairs
on their ape-like butts
rotten souls prominent
(+) they creepeth
upon the earth
(+) they creepeth
with no shame
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I live close to a gathering darkness
at night the streetlights
make slithering
a suspicious
activity
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before photographs
there were crude cartoons
as a child I made drawings
of Adam and Eve turds
brown couplings
of imagination
—-and—-
the unknown
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