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 
girl talk: monstrously thick fingers
cumbersome in bed
best wheelbarrow
sex indoors
——
——
honeymoon practitioners
genital outlaws
textured flesh
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with cubbyholes off limits
you rub one off
on the plastic
protecting
the sofa
propped upright on pillows
sniffing your sister’s brush
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I stole a transistor radio
that picked up stations
a thousand miles away
I was 35 while others
were 12
school was a joke
beauticians
and farm boys
caught up in a zoo
sex was virus free
Friday night rehearsal
Sunday adhesive bandages
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artful cadences: Honeymoon Hotel
sad tales
of unconsummated love
silent bed springs
often, painfully evident
on lobby faces
alcohol
and what might have been
too big, too small, not at all
anticipatory
accommodation
not a death match
just a modest act
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MONDAY MORNING DICK BANDAGES
every day language
spinning out variations
a woman in two towns
and something on the side
the slow death of youth
(+) dwindled into a comfortable acceptance of narcotics
the literary world populated with sophisticated criminals
religion became a tube ride at the waterpark
otherworldly components evaporated
carnivals without wheels
naked women
in the dark
(dirt not easily removed)
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“I got my lung cancer down there at Dinkytown”
one corpse patterning itself after another
Woodie Guthrie, extra rugged
homespun tobacco
puffing that shit
sometimes wet
(Woodie famous for Lapland seal farts)
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religion became a tube ride at the waterpark
senior citizens in rags floating about
flesh, the color of rancid butter
(common silent thought,
where did we park ?)
—————
—————
painful evidences of God’s promises throughout creation
—————
—————
ignore the butchery
dry off, go home
your house
is lonely
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for countless years
slaves made dinosaur bones by hand
other slaves buried them
toothpicks made from the Ark
are still being sold in gift shops
(+) (+) rejoice into the ceaseless rapture (+) (+)
think not who fashioned the behemoth
think not who fashioned the leviathan
1. Obey God
2. Disobey Ourselves
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(and I thought June Carter was a religious girl)
Johnny Cash
with a wife and children
his dong deep in Miss Carter
“do this in remembrance of me”
consumed her before she fell from the vine
intercourse, a knotty source of interpretation
(+) Testaments, Old and New, a Penny Farthing
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firm
round breasts
tapering to pointed
NIPPLES
unique in the consuming newness
Adam: Rarest, our first passion
Eve: No, it is universally knowable
(what ye say of fleshless lovers in Heaven ?)
face-to-face reunions
first nudity
possibly
THE MAIDENHEAD
all those phantom fingers
on the other side
they mean
nothing
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No Flesh ❌
No Fuss ❌
No Mess ❌
the issues of the past
wiped away with celestial tissues
and cast aside
into a sea of forgetfulness ⛵
’tis well said
that cleanliness
is next to godliness
by those who don’t like the mess
of earthly congress
but then
what of the resurrection
with bodies perfectly superhuman
and not a trace
or a remnant of a curse❓
. . . It’s anyone’s guess❓
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firm
round breasts
flowing with the milk
of human kindness
at best
with a fair maiden
firmly attached
passion in slow motion
passion in a rush
passion free
of shallow emotion
a passion that will last
on the far side of heaven
where the empty hollow
may not go
a passion that overcomes
with an almighty trumpet blast
love is human redemption
beyond all expectation
never a burdensome task
love allows one to remove
a cumbersome useless mask
love was the first
and will be the very last
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the hardness of obeying God
——his definition——
——his dominion——
the difficulty of his language
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a Penny Farthing
one wheel: The New Testament
one wheel: The Old Testament
a circus ape trying to ride it
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reading as if being spoken to
poets who reside in Placebo World
Placebo City, Placebo Town, the Honeymoon Hotel
where the finger of manhood becomes swollen
ejaculating the seed of all that is known
———————
———————
the legislation of words
————
————
in the darker shades of mystery
the cornucopia of flesh
where males risk
dismemberment
a creature
constructed
for reproduction
a living baby factory
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flattered and gratified to be kissed by an ape
so many caught up in fruitless attendance
happy with warm hungry lips
————————theatrical gay men
holding photographs obediently
proof, identification
life after alienation
continuations
———–
———–
the Placebo showers
being squeezed to produce a gender
haunted by the trapdoor into netherworlds
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the sailor pointed at a nude photograph
her cornucopia visible
“never, go there”
me brother
me father
never me
sufficient to say, they labored away
hard to reckon the motivation
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self-censorship found murdered in Placebo Royale
postcards of nonsexual acts lodged in its rectum
inconsequential subject matter
healthy cows, red wagons
nothing uncontrollable
no decollated trunks
or poop sticks
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the Circus Royale 👑
has set up in the fairgrounds
of Placebo Town
I’m not quite sure if it ever left
as it’s big top 🎪
seems to cover every aspect
of life in a carnival freak show
from the bearded lady’s armpits
to the strongman’s biceps 💪
nothing escapes the three rings
of the Master in his top hat 🎩
not even the clown 🤡
with a gun in his hand
nor the flying acrobat
who sadly missed the net ❌
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darkness falls at the Honeymoon Hotel
positioning for the entrance
heading right at it
about to strike
head-on
(+) (+) suddenly veering away (+) (+)
serious thoughts far short
of perfect fusion
translucent
mother
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Adam in front of a television
rapidly trying to name everything
Eve more deep in turbulent waters
less compelled to examine surfaces
immersed in dying and death
mathematics, moral debts
the abstract more real
Picasso flagging
traffic
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entertaining themselves
swallowing poison, inhaling poison
caught up in violent computer games
“shadows linger after death”
crawl back inside mother
crawl over a blanket
of lips
(+) indifferent to the listener: a blanket of lips
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outside the house
a colony of finger pointers
Sin on a ladder directing traffic
flawed relatives relocating
dysfunctional neighbors
with loaded wagons
guilt and blame
grumbling
upside
down
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enough guilt and blame
to go around
in Placebo Town
it seeps up
from the desecrated ground
it sees and it hears
the only hope is to to keep
your head down
and not make a sound
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the demand for recognition
those who point their fingers
express that anything repressed
holds the promise of becoming sin
to poop havoc on each lawn
brown mathematics
green grammar
neighborhood
rules
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to gain entry by the use of language
printouts of conversations
with signifiers circled
in canary blood red
————–death was innocent
————–doesn’t employ scissors
good Christians fear the contagion of desire
the discrepancy between need and demand
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what if the Tree of Life
was lifeless
a terrible
secret
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the real Mr. Pink
disguised as Buddy Holly
now knows the secret
Heidi Fleiss on ice
always changed the subject
“ . . . isn’t it nice to be an addict?!”
I told Tom time and again
methamphetamine
is the poor man’s cocaine
just like Steve Buscemi
and ain’t exactly naturopathic
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Cocaine is baby aspirin for girl scouts
Meth is for real men with whiskers
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“Excuse me while I powder my nose 👃
. . . with some pure Bolivian.”
~ The Bearded Lady of Circus Royale 👑
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healthy and painful truth
unhealthy
but comfortable
appropriately
no more
She
He
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You may well be right 🤔🕶️
Hunter Biden was the clown who
took the blow 🐽 out of Placebo Town
. . . and liked it 😵💫
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how to survive the passing of the initial shock
Jesus on horseback, Jesus on a bicycle
exciting on first glance but ultimately
a violation that has to cease
a tornado in your shorts
pounded/twisted
your junk all over
town
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how does one respond
if one must follow rules
to be oneself
——————daily inspection of one’s defenses
to become one among those whose names are recorded
in the book of adventurous exploit
——————the fear of ordinary life
major characters/minor characters
each minute a variation on every other
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the neighbors burn straw witches on their lawns
women in the shape of monsters
monsters in the shape of women
agents knock on doors
questions galore
misshapen
at best
——
——
the nausea from your personal reflection
the corrective mirror being 100% accurate
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all there is that is known
would fill a single frame
—————-
—————-
every week the wagon comes
females for sale or rent
hooters the size of watermelons
exotic flavors, lazy lips
women who can read
and write
my request was honored
my loyal night porter
sometimes I can see
his face on the moon
————
————
the more rigid the drugs
the more fervent the reaction
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the primordial particle
that was
neither negative or positive
just is
everything substantial
from nothing material
all wrapped up
in a theory of everything
only the quantum escaping
through a universe spinning
who pulled the string?
who wrote The Beginning?
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my night porter
lives with his parents
mother loves her watercraft
clothing optional sessions
computer death matches
happy narcotics
my entire social world
mother, father, porter
(paid transportation)
I never drive
walking on
pillows
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falling backwards
my HIGH wanted to satisfy gravity
the constant sound of neighbors
being gnawed by filthy worms
religious worms
penis-envy worms
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the most wonderful HIGH
——————-
——————-
attentive or abusive
machinery
moving the dead
open arms
on the other side
faces lacking passion
intelligent animals
day and night
so sorry
you picked head
over heart
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Clean for weeks/the HIGH overpowers
I’m not asleep, I’m in outer space
———————
———————
substitutes for religion
no amount of whitewash
machinery moving the dead
sometimes I take notice and wave
children stick out their tongues
ignorant of the misery to come
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the agony on ecstasy
to sleep
perchance to dream
. . . to be
or not to be?
is there ever an end
to the questioning?
“Whether ’tis nobler in the mind
to suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune, or to take
arms against a sea of troubles,
and, by opposing, end them?”
~ William Shakespeare
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tortured to the grave
clay sucking bones
laboratory love
puckered up
an A-hole
(the gratuitous pursuit of evil)
turn around, you’re on the path
perhaps, too late for compromise
1. the whiteness of the whale
2. the machinery that moves the dead
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Well I heard Lynyrd Skynyrd ✈️🔥
sing about him
Well I heard Ronnie Van Zant put him down
Well I hope Southern Man will remember
Mister Young don’t need him around anyhow
Sweet home Placebo Town❤️🔥
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Placebo Town
El diablo is coming after you
. . . Yes it’s true
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dead people of no more interest
than a completed crossword puzzle
the baby crib by the sidewalk
infant full of cough syrup
“just pick it up
and walk on”
like a lyric from Dylan
“just pick it up
and walk on”
(DON’T COME AROUND HERE NO MORE)
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the ghost of Tom Petty on guitar
Bob Dylan singing from a wheel chair
as Roy Orbison wipes away the tears
from behind his sunglasses 🕶️
and orders another beer 🍺 . . .
“Leave your stepping stones behind,
something calls for you.
Forget the dead you’ve left,
they will not follow you.
The vagabond who’s rapping
at your door
is standing in the clothes
that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
and it’s all over now, baby blue.”
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tomorrow constructed from the past
Eve was a mess
just angles and jagged lines
her major utensil, hairy
fragments from yesterday
Jesus employing the scissors
—————
—————
shoes caked with sentimental empathy
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pillows stuffed with soft destruction
———HONEYMOON———
sexual
cleaving
(+) jiggling
access fumbling
it meant everything
minutes, hours, years
to remain outside foul
kisses no longer kisses
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E. A. Poe gland
pink and puffy
puckers
———brisk brutality
down in the lobby
insomniacs hum
“Once is not
enough”
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before the cameras started
they spray painted Sidney Poitier white
I wanted to ask why
but I was afraid
it is too easy
to become
an enemy
(gender savagery for voyeurism)
the struggle to be an upright man
Adam was aware
the similarities
DID NOT
outweigh
the differences
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after a world title fight
guess who was granted
a seat at the table
was he grateful
not to be hanging from a tree?
was it a hard won right
the chance to say
free at last?
or was it just
the begrudging payment of a debt
for the wrongs of the past?
was there a belated apology?
was it truly heartfelt?
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spy craft in outer space
on guard
1. what do women long for
2. men dream to be
teenagers still speak baby talk
impenetrable youth
roadblocks around
a sinkhole
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literature that acts as judge and executioner
the library is full of copycat behavior
poets turning anecdotal evidence
into sawdust/plywood
emulating imitation
—————-
—————-
The Complete Michael
a price many are not
willing to pay
the terrible fear of going forward
the god awful emptiness of return
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a blessing for some
a curse for the rest
a life long enough
that all hungry dreams
and starved ambitions
are lost in the haze
and dissolve into dust
along with any trace
of vainglorious youth
the way of all flesh
till all that is left
is a wisp of pure grace
rising up to the heavens
after finding true worth
in Jesus Christ
the Lord of Creation
rather than
just a stain
left on the ground
of a desecrated earth
after a lifetime
of spiritual desiccation
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knowledgeable others
who are more believable than me
say “wait, see how things progress”
the demon world loves the word, WAIT
they know the alarm clock will function
that Death will strike without hesitation
—————
—————
watch-and-wait
children float by
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made in the image of a man
made in the image of a male creator
EVE
possibly a Dollar Store knock-off
Holy Incest
Adam reproducing with himself
( doggy-style never face-to-face)
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Adam was one of a kind
often imitated
never duplicated
as he bore not
the Mark of the Nipple
or wore a belly button
on his washboard navel
like a use by date
on the label of a mortal
Eve was the completion
something new and original
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unprecedented femininity
(+) defective
(+) defective masculinity
Eve and Sin laboring to introduce more death
Eve asking herself, “If I had a mother, would she have horns ?”
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the Day of the Woman
this machine age
has set her free
the feminist revolution
( . . . unless she’s a Muslim)
like a genie out the bottle
of toxic historic patriarchy
woman’s liberation ✊
has also set the penis free
the western world has become
a free-range virgina farm
next up
is Republican aggression
global warming
abortions for the careless
leftist political correctness
the child labour situation
balloons from China
cancel culture
plastic pollution
and that Governor from Florida
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my little Lolita
she got up out of bed
to show me her new bra
barely able to contain her
all fire engine red 🚒
and hot enough
to set the dead on fire 🔥
life will be tough
without my little Lolita
but things can only go so far 🚫
as my heart belongs to another
… my beloved wife Linda
how did I get myself
all tied up 🎀
in this game of Twister? 🤔🕶️
it was Linda’s idea 💡
that I spend so much time
with the voracious Lolita 💋
as the poor girl had neither
a father … or a lover 💔
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it doesn’t feel like women are free
witness
one baby after another
competition with Sin
feeding Death
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in a material world
some do come
with a price tag
and go for a fee
in a material world
it costs no more
to know the score
slaves
psychological
chained to the bedposts
biological
then left
begging for more
in a material world
the hunger spiritual
for love or money
so best not expect
to get what you paid for
in a material world
my father is a pimp
my brother a junkie
and my sister a whore
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what a failure, the Flood
the material world
made from harm
the human race
made from harm
Adam and Eve
blind to curves
limited success
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a pandemic
of disappointment
the Grim Reaper awaits
the next instalment
according to Wall Street
Biotech Incorporated
is the best investment
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beautifying parents
your brother
your sister
grandeur
the idle fail to weave
golden threads collect dust
GRAPPLE NOT
with the Angel of the Covenant
show yourself at the window
you will be seen
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Divinity calling from the machine
———the woe from AI———
betrayal and failure
the marriage
computers
with souls
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will cyber criminals
ever get to heaven?
hack their way
through the pearly gates?
the ransomware of despair
is an algorithm engineered
by the Abomination of Desolation
the Whore of Babylon
dished up on a China plate
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devils of human industry float by daily
often carrying holiday symbols
Christmas trees of all colors
the sodomites are creative
appetites on full display
ding dongs and holes
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after centuries of conspiring
in the high and low places
of Placebo Town
the pagans and occultist
have declared victory
by taking down the crucifixes
and the churches repurposed
for masonic picnics
and lesbian hen nights
those pediphile priests
and the general populace
who know not the Christ
don’t seem to give a damn
but at least you can still buy
a “Festival Tree” and decorate it
as lovely as you can
your choice … Chinese Plastic
or Chinese Aluminium
and then after Winters Solstice
throw it out on the lawn
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criminals eyeballing the fragile membrane
that separates them from you
that separates you from them
(negation clothed in the superficies of others)
pocket change and gibberish
squirrel boys
bent over
violated
coated with time
the Clock of Doom
the Time of Design
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the invasion is on
just in time for the Festive Season
take in all the itinerant criminals
and the undeserving opportunists
and give them a home
according to the Editor
of Playboy Priest Magazine
it’s the humane thing to do
if you’ve no spare bedroom
let them sleep in the bathroom
just don’t let ’em into the Vatican
the Editor well remembers
the last barbarian invasion
and the inevitable sacking of Rome
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nostalgia
the scent of brawny roustabouts
thick eyebrows and phallic noses
cotton candy colors
root beer yearnings
men from out of town
hex signs glowing in the dark
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Television started the beginnings of despair
a different vision in the eyes
a new voice in the throat
beast-like speech
PIONEERS of LIFE
men creep off by themselves
aggravating their dong on the sly
no need to question what you have
artificially aroused love takes command
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BEWARE
the shapeshifting
Franken-Kardashians
of Placebo Town
daywalkers
in their shapewear
they even go to bed at night
trying their best to rest
in hormonal peace
without ever taking
their shapewear off
just to avoid the void
of a naked truth
out of mind and out of sight
Potatoes Dressed in Sackcloth
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according to Horse & Hound Magazine
the foreskins of Philistines
are big this Festive Season
along with the hair of redheads
selectively sourced from the pubic region
HAPPY FESTIVUS TREE DECORATING!
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