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 
birthday opportunity
Christmas opportunity
no less in the next world
than in this one (eternalized)
men stumble with their penis
sadly wrinkled in solitude
no obstacle too great
more inspiration
than puddle
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every direction the unknowable
a friend had a 100 goats die
from hotdog poisoning
old people taken out to sea
tossed overboard, told to “swim”
saltwater in their noses before death
(+) Mick Jagger desperate to pay the drummer less
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Mick Jagger now relies
totally on Nurse Ratchet
and his manager
Jack Swindler
from the Night Institute
of Pain Management
who hid the hatchet
with Brian Jones’
blood and brains all over it
who ever said
that karma was instant?
soon after the
Brian Jonestown Massacre
Mick held a free concert
in Hyde Park
with King Crimson
and the Battered Ornaments
it was a big hit
in the arm of Keith Richards
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having enjoyed over 90 birthday cakes
I suffer a sense of limitlessness
a sense of imprisonment
constantly
wishing to become
a new authentic being
free of buzzards and Robert Frost
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having thrown
all caution to the winds
of glistening chaos
I died young
only to begin again
time after time
was it the choice
made by a walking corpse
committed to crime
out of it’s mind
listening to that voice
repeating
old age is nature’s reward
for a life of cowardice
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A LIFE OF COWARDICE
when I fall down
just ignore me
hit me in the head
with a hammer
roll me over to the side
out of sight
after all
life was just biscuits with apple butter
stacks of pancakes with true syrup
I actually had a conversation or two
with lonely people
donated crappy toys at Christmas
called AAA for someone with a flat tire
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More
than a Conquistador
having danced the fandango
with that Hallucinogenic Toreador
gun running with the Rat Pack
A true survivor of the new normal
the abysmal abominable
and so much
More
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in Placebo Town
no good turn
goes unpunished
with a dash of high drama
in accordance with the law
of altruistic vengeance
spiked with a big dose
of pseudo poetic karma
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having
a soft heart
in a cruel world
is courage . . .
not weakness
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a vast black space
known as a library
poets without coffins
search for definitions
———–
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salivating anticipation
———–
———–
my immobile state of being
shipwrecked/sailor-less
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floating upon
a sea of nothing
away from my beloved
Long Island
denied even a coffin
by the whim of providence
as a consequence
of my giving evidence
against reality
being more than just
an innocent witness
having fallen far
from the family tree
thanks to the efforts
of a celebrity celestial lawyer
the authorities had no choice
but to set me free
to drift for awhile
floating upon
a sea of nothing
away from my beloved
Long Island
would I have survived
even thrived
as a scion of that
League of Honoured Gentlemen
amid all their corruption
or succumbed
under the weight of temptation?
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throw rocks
roughhouse
collective memory
a library King Kong
(+) lesbians with cockleburs
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Librarians smoking menthol
the older girls
famous for
a crotch-killing trot
(+) bareback gallops at the showers
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a pocket full of nervous spoons
after the Librarian complains
a chubby lady caterpillar
with a bald vulva
“Quiet Please !”
the spoons
paralyzed
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LIFE AND DEATH
ON AN EXERCISE.MAT
I saw a virus
with a spoon in it’s hand
doing pilates
at the wet market
the man next to me
in a body bag
wearing a toe tag
was a nervous wreck
having been seen in drag
hanging about
the red light district
at the back of the gymnasium
seeking to be disciplined
curiosity in the library
of Placebo Town
killed that cat
. . . ever so slowly
LIFE AND DEATH
ON AN EXERCISE MAT
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SPOONS
I’ve known and loved
Jackrabbit orgasms
naughtiness
(+) silly with sexual dehydration
the witch doctor told me “too much sex”
the fortune teller told me “too much love”
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my Little Lolita
is on school holidays
released into the wild
temporarily
as she always returns
her mother told me…
“Not enough discipline.”
… but I had my spoonful
and Lolita wasn’t listening
when I told her to go find
a boyfriend her own age
but it would be animal cruelty
like putting something
proud and free in a cage
with the inexperienced
and the clumsy
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GO TO BED EACH NIGHT in the thrill of uncertainty
talk between the ears/how good will it feel ?
the air too thick to inhale
antelope musk
and sex
(+) her seal damaged
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I would pay a king’s ransom
to hear Sid Vicious sing … 🎶
I’ll Never Fall In Love Again 💔
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spoken poetry
about the tower falling
buildings more lyrically romantic
than one would think possible
a lover topless by the path
testimony to a baby
tossed and long
dead
DNA
different tones
authoritative/personal
(+) Jesus too busy to point a finger
living a life where lesser servants mumble
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earth plunged into a cold darkness
lighted religious people visible
male wicks glowing
————
————
circumference
of the head/shoulders
the pursuit of circumference
the very essence of
philosophers
preachers
prophets
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Plato heard the call
and felt the weight of perfection
in his trembling hands
after holding a conference
to decide if it was a pandemic
or just a swollen infection
all humanity bought into it
with no hope of a vaccine
the Union of Amalgamated Religion
now do their best to make
the most of it … having erected
a statue to Plato
where the Tower of Babel
came crashing down
in the stone cold heart
of Placebo Town
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famous George Jones tune: “The stone cold heart of Placebo Town”
—————
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outside, thousands of delivery trucks try to unload Black Friday purchases
lawn furniture in the orthodox Freudian style
better services take away as well as deliver
stuffed African animal heads
old toilet seats turned colors
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motivated imagery
the mind directly linked
to the heart, no matter the size
defeat endows one with perception
a clear recognition of scary Bible sounds
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workings of the mind
untamed biological urges
mother dominating your delicate moments
“sex was just horseback riding without a saddle”
father found it fashionable to act up at cocktail parties
he was all about validation, displaying his rigidity and length
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Wisdom of Solomon
like a shot in the arm
the cutting away
of abstract contaminations
superstitions
and shadow kingdoms
exposed and deposed
in the light of a new day
Biological distractions
feelings and emotions
measured in fractions
by imperatives of the flesh
The shrapnel of decimation
traumatised innocence
clinging
to a broken existence
Survival
amongst the meaningless
skin deep and pale
marinating in the cauldron
of spiritual betrayal
Truth is a sharp scalpel
in the hands
of a celestial surgeon
I prayed to God daily
for the truth to cut away
all those lies of Bedlam
The agony and the ecstasy
… that’s the price you pay
for the free gift of Salvation
Truth without Love
torn from the arms of reality
is the purest form of brutality
Pure Love is the heavenly way
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rigidity and length
lesser men at the back of the line
——a fishhook with no bait——
“they who try endlessly to compensate”
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this Russian invasion
of the Ukraine
is a consequence
of Putin’s penile dysfunction
the world now feels his pain
doomed to failure
a hostile dictator
forcing his flaccid member
into a placid neighbour
human history is a litany
of small compensation
for big penis envy
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pOETRY wORKSHOP:
poets talk about bathroom functions in Hades
residents of Hell vomit their urine and feces
It makes the whole ritual even more rank
“cough up a lung” lovingly becomes
“cough up a turd”
(+) yellow lips
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Honeymoon
the wife reveals
her female gadgetry
shockingly different
than Playboy magazine
what was to make life more manageable
may very well be what hid under your bed
(+) may very well be the source of your fear (+)
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TO BE AMATEURISH (amateurish)
not polished, not perfect
freelancers
window peeking
a longing for what might be
a full page in an empty book
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why would you deliberately antagonize the Scribes ?
———————-antagonize the Pharisees ?
(+) a whole new beginning of another religion
toss all those early birds in the Dinosaur file
one can petition the Letter of the Law
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CLEANLINESS IS NEXT . . .
Revival Of The Strictest
everything Old Testament
is new again … like Jesus
never happened
so don’t miss out
on a single sacrament
the herd needs barriers
a weaponized baptism
of self-righteousness
fences and chains
rules and regulations
prayer beads
and the cattle prods
of self flagellation
no gain without pain
CLEANLINESS IS THE NEW BLACK
bondage is back in fashion
now that slavery is all the rage
as the human race devours
all that’s left of Planet Earth
and awaits with bated breath
the fulfilment of Revelations
fear and loathing
in Placebo Town
as a state of grace
there for the taking
tasted too much
like unadulterated freedom
so round up the flock
give them back
that old time religion
and brand them with shame
no need for penicillin
as Leviticus will keep the herd
safe from syphilis
CLEANLINESS IS THE WORD
right next to GODLINESS
“Woe to you, teachers of the law
and Pharisees, you hypocrites!
You are like whitewashed tombs,
which look beautiful on the outside
but on the inside are full of the bones
of the dead and everything unclean.
In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on
the inside you are full of hypocrisy
and wickedness.” ~ Jesus
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“Every parent has filled his child with bones that date back to Adam and Eve. Every child
looks whitewashed and beautiful on the outside. Sadly, on the inside they are not clean.
They hunger for food and earthly delights. Hypocrisy and wickedness are taught at home,
school, and work. No one escapes.”
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Yes indeed …
“Everybody must get stoned.”
~ Bob Dylan
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questionings of the Fall
the last day of November
Sin, Satan, and Eve sail by
leaving Fire Island for Hades
chronically friendless
lonely souls wave
as they pass
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“Well, they’ll stone you
when you walk all alone.
They’ll stone you
when you are walking home.
They’ll stone you
and then say you are brave.
They’ll stone you
when you are set down in your grave.
But I would not feel so all alone,
everybody must get stoned.”
~ Bob Dylan
“Let he who Is without sin cast
the first stone” ~ Jesus
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no more stones left
Earth looks to the moon
for larger more harmful stones
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to make the best of sin
to conquer it
marriage
——–
——–
negativity in the external world
interpenetration, countless questions
they bewail their sins, finger after finger
a hand full of sons and fathers
men with concentric circles
baptismal holes
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the treatment
of strangers
the needs and deeds
of lovers in danger
the heart wants
the soul repents
circles and spirals
snakes and ladders
love that succeeds
contempt that breeds
what really matters?
who really cares
when nobody answers?
circles and spirals
snakes and ladders
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a state of being
that follows one
people tell me that they are spontaneous
I blink twice and they are gone
on my street I have the dictionary
(+) a dictionary tethered (+)
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I was limping for a week
after receiving my complimentary
free dictionary from the library
as that Placebo Town Librarian
likes to use them as a suppository
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the cost of feeling the poignancy of life
automobile headlamps that go for $476
someone in Heaven hurling thunderbolts
daylight hides, anger continues up above
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I get my automobile parts
from the car park
behind the Placebo Town cemetery
no car alarms or thunderbolts
as it seems to be Heaven’s blindspot
without an exit and no CCTV
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behind the Placebo Town Cemetery
reminiscences
car parts on the right
repellent women on the left
$20 will rent sexual pasture
or a dented fender
poverty sleeps there
safe from angel choirs
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Little Lolita has been granted
refugee status at my place
since her widowed Viking mother
contracted that virus
of despair and doom
so my naive wife has now taken
the poor orphan in and given
her shelter in our spare bedroom
Little Lolita now takes great
pleasure sitting on my lap
and wriggling about whilst I’m
trying to relax on the couch
just the other night
I heard something go snap whilst
watching Last Tango In Paris
so loud it must have hurt
as we all said ouch!
I think Little Lolita is just curious
about the male appendage
how it swings from hard to soft
vice versa and in reverse
we are now crossing our fingers
that Lolita’s Viking mother
will soon recover and not go joining
her dead husband in Valhalla
who would want to put up with
a hormonal teenager forever?!
my dear wife is so accommodating
one of the many things
I love about her
it was Linda’s idea I drive Lolita
to school in the morning
she’s such a giver
and she knows my Little Lolita
is an amateur alpha predator
but what does it matter?
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suppository
reference to a door
a gateway, an entrance
female, male, what the hell ?
a personal struggle
a celebration with another
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backdoor agony
gives jubilant birth
squirt like never before
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the joy of recalling the future
as well as the past
a Beatles tune
in prison
a young
person
a fresh
smile
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keeping the young fed
and the old in a nice bed
is consuming the future
like Mick Jagger
singing Gimme Shelter
keeping the masses warm
in winter
and fuelled up
for getting to work and back
is cooking the planet
next stop Helter Skelter
a holiday adventure
of air-conditioned comfort
in a summer swelter
in India
they want to survive and thrive
with plenty of curry
in the USA
they want to drive fast cars
get junk food in a hurry
and live simply in luxury
for God & Country
not to mention China or Russia
and Putin’s private fallout shelter
in Australia
we blindly follow Big Brother
perpetuating the past
and keeping the old alive
is killing the future
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life in Florida without air conditioning would be hell
bloodsucking insects
reptiles up the ass
wheelbarrows
of disease
——–I often ask where does all the poop and piss go ?
can you imagine the volume ?
at one time Florida was pumping
the foul stuff deep into the ground
(+) it was so bad that citizens of Hades were complaining
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perhaps a cork up the ass
is the friendly final solution
to the human problem
German engineering at it’s best
should be up to the task
in designing a plug that could
possibly outlast a blast of hell fire
from the rear end of humanity
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(+) German made plug (+)
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young people loaded down with electric communications
at long last, children have something to say
Americans banana-cakes over Nazi stuff
crap that happened in history books
Putin is alive in full color
no one gives a shit
possibly the cost
of a barrel of oil
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————————
“THE PSYCHOLOGY OF HUMAN VALUE”
Michael and fringe personalities
all sizes, ages, conditions
propelling on drugs
the happy smile
the kind words
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drugs
that make me more intense
than a wood burning stove
MICHAEL burning the coal
say what you can muster
about Adele and Dylan
they are naked flames
always on the go
no home no love
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the Morality Police shot down
the Drag Queen Story Hour
at the library in Placebo Town
it was meant to be a bit of fun
organised by the head Librarian
but she made the mistake
of wearing spandex and a gun
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when Adele was the size of a fire truck
Spandex was difficult to obtain
factory workers
put in overtime
———–
———–
Kentucky with its fulminating syphilis
Taylor Swift in costume
special trousers
her lobster
hidden
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I suggested to Adele
that she try some OxyContin ®
if she wanted to get slim
with the greatest success
she now squeezes
into that Spandex © dress 👗
never mind the raging addiction
an unfortunate side effect
of her prodigious weight reduction
they don’t call it
Hillbilly Heroin for nothing 🙄🕶️
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I was down in Hell’s Kitchen
listening to an urban dictionary
reading to the synthetic beat
of street adrenalin
at some karaoke sushi bar
when Junglepussy
started singing
many around me began
committing hari kari
… she ain’t no Debbie Harry
Jungle by name
Pussy by nature
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Harry Styles in a dress
he should be in a dress
——————-
——————-
masculinity is one thing
erotic potency another
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a beguiling truth
from a distant whisper
the only cure for reality
is death … or to get much higher
as a consequence
of having tried
the former and the latter
I recommended getting high
with spiritual substance
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Taylor Swift undressed
she should be undressed
________________
________________
fanatical masculinity
giving itself a swifty
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God help people stuck listening
to Drag Queen Story Hour
God bless the custodian
——————-
——————-
vulvas wanting attention
just short of penetration
(+) pleasure handwritten (+)
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the Ayatollah
is not impressed
with Harry Styles in a dress
but Captain Tom
and Kurt Cobain
had already been there
and done that
as nothing new
gets written down
in the Placebo Town Library
so I’ll just diligently
keep on keeping on
practising my calligraphy
with much frequency
and dexterity
till something pops up
and something goes down
as I do appreciate
a seafood platter
a handwritten love letter
to a lobster laden maiden
about deep sea fishing
is worth all the paper
it is written upon
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valentines
to a lobster laden maiden
gelatinous, rather damp undies
it proves not the loss of innocence
but the affinity to sin, essential darkness
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essential oils
extra virgin first pressing
ripe olives from rich soils
the Spanish use them
for dipping their bread in
extra virgin intensity
dripping with potency
is no original sin
it’s where fertility begins
in the cuisine of biology
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shy to harlots and whores
STDs, HIV, genital Mpox
just not my cup of tea
Michael will pass
on the triumphal car
of the heavenly procession
giants with their prominent dongs
have no hold on me
Michael says, “no thank you”
to the exploits of the Antichrist
———————
———————
strong drugs
and the comfort
of my night porter
now you’re talking
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the Antichrist of my experience
is less about human fertility
and more about death camps
but he does get off
on you feeling guilty
when he see an immodest crevice
he does his dastardly damnedest
to fill it with the most deadly
dreaded diseases
not to mention that monkey pox 🙊
so best keep it well protected 🔒
in your short pants
as the Antichrist of my experience
never ceases to rape innocence
to steal, kill, and destroy
the last thing on my wish list
is to be the Antichrist’s toy boy
especially at Christmas 🎄🎁🎅
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Harry Styles and Machine Gun Kelly
share a sister thing
Harry has started having his period
pads and tampons
waking up red
MGK is no longer public
having discovered
masturbation
(+) his immediate family are speechless
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pseudo-literary tricks
life divided into two camps
victims and villains
I hate when
I’m told to enjoy lukewarm sex
cold breakfast, cold coffee
everything has a short leg
—————-
—————-
friends in the pool fully clothed
friends in the shower fully clothed
jokes about artistic nudity
jokes about poverty
—————-
—————-
flaws in mothering
strong arms grown weak
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the man pays money to enter a bedroom with a woman
he may be or may not be Jewish
the woman is not Jewish
she locks the door
a man sits
outside
the door
safeguarding
what can never be safe
the man does not touch himself
he has only caught glimpses of his dong
his father taught him to never look at it directly
———————–
———————–
different lengths, claustrophobic penis
time passes slowly waiting to put it in
males often find themselves waiting
too long and the vagina becomes
a welcoming/hungry grave
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when it comes to those
of the Jewish faith ✡️
it pays to be Gentile 😎
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the man waits to bury himself
he has paid for interior emptiness
painfully erect, going nowhere fast
difficult to differentiate, him or her
the flesh naked and open, dirt ready
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Stiff Person Syndrome
is on the rise in Placebo Town
becoming an exterior problem
with no known interior solution
except for an elixir of bubble tea
and a suppository of pure opium
which I personally administered
to Celine Dion
so now my stiffness has gone
but at least her heart will go on
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dribbling parsimonious droplets
thank God, she wasn’t dry
her face was blank
as it slid in
one area
seemed
cold
perhaps
gravity had
pulled her heart there
possibly something more evil
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there I was
an old man
sucking tits
spirits overhead
intertwined angels
(+) undifferentiated (+)
……………………..having witnessed what must be hidden
from the eyes of men
……………………..camouflaged, the Cave of Life
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there I went
the shuffling madness
in short pants
physically fragile
and spirit weak
from the edge of existence
in a crumpled FedEx box
to the cave where I was sent
seemingly endless
with an entrance
lost in the instant
of a mortal breath
scrawled upon the walls
my life story
from compulsory birth
to mandatory death
with the words …
You Can’t Always Get
What You Want In This
Crunchy Granola Suite,
Where True Secrets Are
Kept Till The Very Last.
Nonetheless, Do Try Your
Best, And Have A Blast 💫💥
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little known fact:
Noah required animals to cry
before they were permitted
to enter the Ark
( he did not waste the tears )
the fat of enemies
melted down
sunlight
bright
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men imitate gods and vice versa
Noah was always asking about happiness
his wife wrote poetry heavy with wanderings
her left elbow was exile
her right elbow was servitude
Noah paid a heavy debt to guilt
it was a heavy collar on his wife
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LOOK AT ME
reporting on another man’s wife
I dare not say her name, the wife of Noah
(love) an end unto itself
I tell you, “devoured”
drugs, dandyism, 100% experimental
NO: Robert Frost, Machine Gun Kelly, Taylor Swift
never, never, under any circumstances, “Stairway to Heaven”
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I STEER CLEAR
of that quagmire between
another man and his wife
as I adhere to a policy
of treating my own as thin ice
over a rock solid happy life
Yes … I got lucky
as lightning rarely strikes twice
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deep in the profane world
took the good shit
woke up high
at the gathering
older guys were wearing
many-colored girl girdles
I could hear flesh suffocating
I was a fragile and soft-like child
I was Michael of Michael, I was me
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upset people
others dislike that I recognize myself
take the powerful narcotics, I am suddenly there
safe in the arms of my night porter, a male child
the borders of death seem permanent
no delay——not one second late
next:
stupid chatter
“sex is more than a collision of forces”
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the girl at the beach
pulled her bottom down enough
so I could see that she was really a man
instant visuals of men showering in clothes
soaking in the bathtub, big boy pajamas
(+) the price paid for Noah sodomy
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I knew I filled her full
a gallon of sperms
excess and more
they spill out
quickly
dying
(+) they were alive, full of blood
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a gymnasium between her legs
I chose to rub off in her navel
the pinch off between worlds
it was my bedroom toy
a phantom, tight
with vacuum
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laying the foundation
of a life unravelling
like a virgin
one wife under instruction
the other
breastfed an entire nation
with children beyond counting
lovers lost and found
remembering the dearly forgotten
in between the dreams
where chains are broken
and everything
never really happened
in a vacuum unspoken
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men sit waiting at airports
train stations
exhausted
——
thoughts on top of thoughts
time, a cruel contestant
women drive at night
ignoring the
darkness
——
a million events daily
laden with aromas
devotion to stink
unspeakable
quarrels
——
just a meal ticket
solemn oaths
honeymoon
kisses
stopped
romance
less and less
just a meal ticket
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Eve, more than a relative
Eve was a part of Adam
Incest, true incest
God observing
God quiet
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Gloria the Head Huntress
in her XL sized spandex dress
we shared needles
in the haystacks
of crystallised comets
but to her it was all business
as her brothers
the local Warlords of Crime
were in the Placebo Town lock up
and it was down to her
to keep the street workers in line
with just a slap of the wrist
and a kiss of her fist
I never asked to meet her brothers
and I steered clear of her sister
Sweet Delilah the Philistine
a risk I could resist
as I didn’t wish to end up
chained between two columns
at the Temple of Dagon
where the veins of many
drain into one
Gloria herself
was a fine specimen
of a battle hardened maiden
yet a princess of regal bearing
tall in the saddle
and bountiful of muscle
During the festive season
when the night portals
went off line
and Satan’s little helpers
were so hard to find
she would hold me tight
with a care package
of sweet forgetfulness
so I could tolerate
the family Christmas
surrounded by the ungrateful
and the jealous resentful
that I wasn’t yet dead
Gloria was all business
as she hunted for head
with her crystallised comets
and the flakes
of frozen meteorites
but in her loneliness
under the darkness
of broken streets lights
I know she longed for more
than shared needles
and the chemical caresses
of those Placebo Town nights
Something . . .
I just couldn’t give her
yet she ever
remains in my thoughts
that Head Huntress of Madness
Gloria in XL Spandex
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freed from any initial commitment
———
———
the father figure/the meal ticket
willing to give an uncolored report
each successful seedling, a slow death
a hunger, a chillness, possibly blind/deaf
chitter-chatter back and forth
one bone to another
the drive to return
the need to be one
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the seedlings always open to harm
vulnerable to damage
great danger
to clothe
such
things
in verse
the meal ticket
with his crop of seedlings
the sediments of love pushed deep
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