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 
bound by nothing
other than oneself
———–
metal skeletons
automobiles quartered
Lilith from Eden disembodied
the totality of her woman self
measure and definition
visible
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Eve, the pillow of Satan
Adam and his bruise worthy seed
Christian polar bears patiently waiting
for the day Leviathan is landed to digest
the whole of Christ remains on the cross
———(prayers for reconquest)———
disciples unroll the foreskins
Jesus with his Water of Life
Jesus with his Tree of Life
(+) loneliness: pathless
crowded with shadows
of hungry predators
(+) loneliness: pathless
littered with evil deeds
and muddy dialog
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the inability of the Law alone to redeem mankind
and yet
Jesus is the Law
obedience to the Law
never stops
——–
——–
Jesus
would daily
fill himself
with nourishment
from the Old Testament
“I am what I eat”
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Law = Bondage
Jesus = Freedom
Law = Fear
Jesus = Love
Law = Futility
Jesus = Infinity
Law = Judgement
Jesus = Fulfilment
Law = Punishment
Jesus = Forgiveness
Law = Servitude
Jesus = Gratitude
Given the choice
at a great price
I know which I’d choose
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spiritual karma
reaping as you sow
rapture and trauma
material rich
consciousness poor
the weakness of flesh
that corrupts into dust
like sands
through the hourglass
where gravity is law
to bust loose is a must
from the noose of the past
God’s open door policy
is the grace of Jesus Christ
in him . . . bad decisions
can always be reversed
with him solely
you can place your trust
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(+) extinguish the birthday candles (+)
roll away into adventurous exploits
re-enacting scenes derived
from Hollywood movies
beneath the surface
out of sight
love, love
love, love
no fraud
no false
dealing
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DANGER: criminal female curiosity
(1) do away with library books
any and all pursuits of knowledge
Placebo Honeymoon Hotel
offers an absolute black environment
for love making/reproduction
no need to see the scars
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PUNISHMENT: the Head Librarian’s
curiosity was aroused when I returned
the library’s copy of ‘The Human Stain’.
Consequently, I soon felt her wrath
with a spanking of Philip Roth when
she detected the unmistakable scent
of McDonald’s Fries 🍟 all over me.
There’s no hiding that smell of cheap
canola oil and a french fry with Little
Lolita, but I have no Portnoy’s complaint.
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newborn husbands
who sneak a flashlight
into the honeymoon suite
what can one say ?
absolute darkness
is your best friend
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the jog on the path
was enjoyable
eyes shut
I was with you
(BEHIND BARS)
no secret when the egg dropped
I suffered a fracture
you shit the bed
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males who travel through the Honeymoon Hotel
shocked at easily acquired knowledge
volumes of death and degeneration
just to poke a hole, to reproduce
big-picture happiness
with plenty
of
wishful
thinking
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(+) masturbation in three steps:
innocence, law, grace
from infant to adult
trial and error
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a single intellectualist
freezing in the heat of Hell
covered in guilt from head to toe
isolated, a wretched outcast
overpowered by loss
tiny little fingers
tiny little hands
a boy pearl
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at the disposal of those
who feel that they
are superior
the true meaning of life:
sacrifice to those closer
to the center of existence
learn to accommodate
their accumulated weight
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countless men
in a circle
around
a sentence:
FEAR OF WOMEN
countless men
standing in line
to beg for one thing:
SIMPLIFICATION
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OTHERS:
opt for ignorance to evade pain
—————-
clay people avoiding linoleum people
no thanks to intimacy with plastic
uncomfortable with mirror views
the ape seeks to escape
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SIMPLIFICATION PLACEBO:
it is easier to go
with the shallow flow
and adhere to a lie
than to seek a reply
from the deepest question
the marrow of yesterday
today and tomorrow
the living heart of all creation
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the wife sneaked out last night
and put a large sticker
on my truck bumper
“I LOVE MY WIFE”
the guys at the gas station
said, “we love your wife too”
I just continued with my morning thoughts
thinking about Jesus and his glorified body
JESUS RESURRECTED
thinking about Earth resurrected
America returned to Edenic perfection
death and degeneration out the window
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my spicy hot sauce
THE WIFE
the love of my life
and source of all strife
likes to be so nice
solving the world’s problems
always rescuing stray pets
(she rescued me from the
Placebo Town Lost & Found)
bereft widows
and oversexed orphans
our happy home has been left
drifting somewhere between
teenage rebellion
and the Garden of Eden
with no time to meditate
atop of Poetry Mountain
the Tree of Knowledge must wait
as I’ve gone missing in action
where good and evil
are both dished up
on the one broken plate
a place called Planet Earth
where love is often
mistaken for hate
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poetry about aluminum cans
antennas for the enemy
take a drink
so close to
your ear
the witness protection program
just another leaking butt plug
back there becomes nervous
around the tannery
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living outside an environmentally controlled condition
nonsensical
drugs and memories
a daily diet of Methylene Blue
streams of green urine
——(intrusive gadgetry)——
sleeping inside a box
wrapped in a double
layer of galvanized
steel
silent air
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the primitive apes are okay
the primitive apes are okay
————-(rough-hewn Christians ready for battle)
you come for suffocation
you get strangulation
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suspenders-wearing Christians
never ghostwrite
their religion
NO READER’S DIGEST
————
————
Michael, knee deep in the digital attention crisis
no regard for the consequences, just hammering away
pOETRY wORKSHOP:
astrophysicistic
Taiwanese porn
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Americans look like movie stars in Taiwanese porn
10 foot tall Tarzans
a huge dong
with a Judeo-Christian knob
—————
—————
perhaps the sex act is an effort
to coax Nature back into dialogue
(re: when outdoors was a sacred and holy place)
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“The evolution of the world can be
compared to a display of fireworks
that has just ended: some few red
wisps, ashes and smoke. Standing
on a well-chilled cinder, we see the
slow fading of the suns, and we try
to recall the vanished brilliance of
the origin of worlds.”
~ Georges Lemaître
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Eden
I exiled myself
we exiled ourselves
somewhere, Halloween children
try to rekindle human exceptionalism
——(TOP SECRET)——
in their image
machine making machine
sight, sound, dangerous attitude
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social engineering
to AI is human
but to Metaverse is divine
humans making humans
into machines
falling short of Eden’s perfection
pharmacials that fail to forget
all about memory’s garden
the worst grasping
for the best of what’s left
nothing succeeds like excess
in the Metaverse
where glorious avatars
tethered to rotting cadavers
ghosts living the cyber high life
The motorcycle black Madonna
two-wheeled gypsy queen
and her silver-studded phantom
cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream
as he weeps to wicked birds of prey
who pick upon his bread crumb sins
and there are no sins
inside the Gates of Eden
~ Robert Allen Zimmerman
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BREAD CRUMB SIN
every morning starts out
with coffee and bread crumb sin
————–
————–
conversations with
the free calendar from the local petrol station
complete with a color photo of a female with ghost breasts
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countless spectators
human ghost breasts
hefty bread crumb sin
a language-centered Placebo Town
poets with their identity crude and sore
it is always Freudian reduction
razor blade expression
week after week
the cut
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readers try to cry on my shoulder
but I have no substance
I am no more real
than a pinup girl
self-discovery
is never deep enough
kissing mirrors kissing oneself
an otherworldly longing for human touch
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memories of one punch fights
drunk girls exposing their breasts
smoking tobacco with dramatic urgency
mixing alcohol with alcohol, true ugliness
(+) suckling Michael cradled in ebb and flow
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too intense to be long enjoyed
too intense to be long enjoyed
——————
——————
my night porter teasing me
with his pleasure thermometer
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imaginative realization
every need is gratified
YES, I pay people to break the silence of my deathwatch
imaginative realization
every need is gratified
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some people
I pay to go away
as tomorrow comes and goes
flowing with milk and honey
the ghosts of yesterday
are ever here to stay
forever in the mist of memory
unlike her well endowed daughter
Viking Mother is a flat pack of furniture
with those legs of Norwegian pine
that tower all the way to Valhalla
and the banquet hall of victory
where she keeps the allen key
to her IKEA virgina
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drugs that encourage weeds to flower
meteors and falling stars
light up my insides
the implications
of my quest
ecstatic
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with every lift I give Little Lolita
to her after school McDonald’s shift
I make her not only pump up the tyres
check the oil and water
but also pay for the petrol
so I can’t complain about her smelling
like french fries 🍟 after hours
of sweating over a deep fryer
… not to mention 🤫🕶️
it kind of turns me on
with an upsized swelling
as I too know no shame 😎
(having escaped the
Placebo Town chain gang)
we then stop at Taco Bell 🔔
on the way home so little Lolita
can buy me a beef enchilada
I may never have to work again
and just live off the earnings
of a widow and an orphan 🤔🕶️
since Viking Mother
is always open to suggestions
… and as for Little Lolita
she’s sitting on a gold mine 🍑⛏️
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nervous apes
God sporting a frown ?
angels singing up a storm
blocking the sobs of sorrow
the volume and scope of pain
at best the lesser obtain inferior
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someone underlined
“evolutionary deity”
Crucifixion strutted around like a city rooster
God found no shame in what He did to his son
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Reader’s Digest suggests that Jesus died for our sins
more likely, Jesus died for the sins of the Father
death casts an odd light
the Old Testament
turned to dust
(THINK NOT)
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“The Bible knows nothing about physics,
and physics knows nothing about God.”
“I was interested in truth from the point
of view of salvation just as much as in
truth from the point of view of scientific
certainty. It appeared to me that there
were two paths to truth, and I decided
to follow both of them.”
“As far as I see, such a theory [of
the primeval atom] remains entirely
outside any metaphysical or religious
question. It leaves the materialist free
to deny any transcendental Being. He
may keep, for the bottom of space-time,
the same attitude of mind he has been
able to adopt for events occurring in
non-singular places in space-time. For
the believer, it removes any attempt to
familiarity with God, as were Laplace’s
chiquenaude or Jeans’ finger. It is
consonant with the wording of Isaiah
speaking of the “Hidden God” hidden
even in the beginning of the universe
… Science has not to surrender in the
face of the Universe and when Pascal
tries to infer the existence of God from
the supposed infinitude of Nature, we
may think that he is looking in the
wrong direction.”
~ Georges Lemaître
“Well I been to London
and I been to gay Paree.
I followed the river
and I got to the sea.
I’ve been down to the bottom
of a whirlpool of lies.
I ain’t lookin’ for nothin’
in anyone’s eyes.”
~ Bob Dylan
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I broke both arms
and my neck
to escape
the small pond
that my family
and friends
call home
(serious thoughts about fat insects)
(the next release of baby goo)
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blackguards inflated Leonard Cohen
his eyes popped open
and
he performed a final tour
Bob Dylan was captured
but not given the winds
he was wearing socks
on his lungs
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the kingdoms of experience
in the precious winds they rot
while paupers change possessions
each one wishing
for what the other has got
and the multiple
and the singular discuss
what’s poetry workshop
and what is not
It doesn’t matter inside the Gates of Eden
~ Robert Plagiacosm
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(+) BREAD CRUMB SIN
(+) WEARING SOCKS ON THE LUNGS
when paradise arrives
death snatches
it away
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my night porter
his fresh bloom
flaming silk pink
massive, proud
kiss kiss
his skin
his mantle
kiss kiss
his skin
his sighs
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——Bowie: BLACKSTAR——
possess a maturity and presence
beyond the reach of the conventional
worn lineaments
wrapped in rags
double disguise
——0——
perpetual knob polishing
desperate to release seed
——0——
CANCER THE TUTOR
tethered the demonic elements
CANCER THE TUTOR
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“Searching for music is like searching
for God, they’re very similar. There’s an
effort to reclaim the unmentionable, the
unsayable, the unseeable, the unspeakable,
all those things, comes into being a composer
and to writing music and to searching for
notes and pieces of musical information that
don’t exist. Questioning my spiritual life has
always been germane to what I was writing. Always.”
~ David Bowie
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living a life
where you choose
damaged people/lovers
beautiful puzzles in the dark
David Bowie interior/exterior
——(+) Hell’s return of the boy (+)
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“don’t get me wrong
I’m only dancing”
crazy but true
the caves of Hell
at one time empty
angels had facial hair
and white baby boy teeth
————–
————–
the voice of nonbeing
crowded with sound
barely decipherable
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taking drugs for hollowness
only the stupid say NO
(+) I wanted to write “only the stupid shit say NO”
ladders of self-createdness
some reach the ceiling
some touch the moon
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taking drugs for substance
on a voluntary basis
as the Sorcerer’s apprentice
in this petri dish of existence
your choice
of hidden ingredients
in every possible hue
of every impossible colour
glowing with intensity
on every known wavelength
some will make grow bigger
while others
make you much smaller
in the lens of eternity
such as it is
far better to choose life
. . . in the long run
than to dance
with the Necromancer
without any pants on
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in youth
God and Satan were friends
smoking cigarettes, talking trash
“we each a part of all”
———
———
then God made Adam
his length was second to none
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they glued Bowie’s lips on Dylan
all he could sing
“What happened to Monday?”
vibrant youth buried
for parts
that failed
to take hold
what a shame
the Blackstar waved
murder for a miracle
and no miracle come
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“In rock music, especially in the
performance arena, there is no room
for prayer, but I think that so many of
the songs people write are prayers.
A lot of my songs seem to be prayers
for unity within myself. On a personal
level, I have an undying belief in God’s
existence. For me it is.”
~ David Bowie
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for parts
that failed
to take hold
————thinking about my favorite bread crumb sin
the clock started tonight
everyone was shocked
————peeking around a curtain
a pepper-haired man from NASA
an outsider, a noisy intrusion
told us that Bowie was good
————it was a lie, the world was too quiet
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*Look up here, I’m in heaven..”
~ David Bowie
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when I return to my childhood environment
I am an outsider
I know that I am an outsider
I remember the rules about how to deal with an outsider
———people want to gather information about my wife
1. is she really a man ?
her first 11 years, she was mistaken for a male
rambunctious, noted to ride horses standing up
2. does she have a penis ?
no, she has female parts, very tidy, safe to kiss
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of course, you dated that girl in high school
who had the voice synthesizer
and when you fingered her
she would change pitch
and articulation
her Gerber baby vulva
a big hit at pOETRY wORKSHOP
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YOU WAKE FROM A DREAM
only to find yourself
in another dream
SHARING YOUR BED
with subatomic particles
you’ve obtained from others
lesser or greater degrees of vibration
any note of coincidence registers spiritual
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sweet enforcement
of the
untrodden high
LICKING HONEY OFF A THORN
sweet enforcement
of the
untrodden high
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heirs and inheritors of God’s Kingdom
(if only)—–(only then)
one million fill-in the blanks
———-
———-
the reunion of the many with the One
never the One with the many
the Dictator
remains the Dictator
no eventual solution
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in a time before time
I stood above the swirling clouds
atop of a holy mountain
and watched as the future
marched past in procession
the whole of creation
high on celestial power
singing in celebration
glory was sparkling in the air
vibrating with divine passion
I now pray to heaven
in the midnight hour
that one fine day
… it will finally happen
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suffered in patience and obedience
the whole sorrow of the crucifixion
Jesus without pants
———
———
somewhere a snaggletooth says
the suffering was never so great
that a person could not bear it
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when I slipped it in
minus the fireworks
beads of sweat, a growl
(+)
almost no room for me
there was fear
temptation coiled around desire
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for if I had more love
for if I had more love
baby Jesus would be more clean
his bathroom impurities
whisked away by wings
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I took the pride with me
Lovely Linda
Viking Mother
and Little Lolita
to a tropical resort in Fiji 🏝️
for a sunny summer holiday 🌞
leaving far behind
the muddy funster of winter ❄️
but whilst relaxing out on the balcony
minding my own business
(watching the swimming pool
down below slowly turning yellow 🟡
from all the noisy splashing children
there unattended for hours urinating
whilst their parents
sat at the poolside bar drinking 🍹)
Lovely Linda comes out to ask me
if her backside looks too big
in her new summer dress
“Of course not! You could
never look too voluptuous!” 💝
then Viking Mother comes out
with nothing to say
and not a single thing to ask me
only to rub in some sunscreen 🧴
knowing she fits perfectly
a cheeky high leg string bikini
then departs for the beach 🏖️
with a lingering kiss 💋
(that of a lover … or a Judas?
with Viking Mother
it’s hard to tell the difference 🤔🕶️
especially after
she’s had a few drinks🍸🍸🍸)
next comes Little Lolita
out onto the balcony
completely undressed
asking me to give her a hand✋
with the Fijian sand
that gets into every crevice
how did this happen?
I’m now surrounded
by demanding women
have I become
the lion of the Pride of Bedlam?🦁🕶️
will I ever get any peace? ☮️
am I totally to blame
for my prideful lack of shame❓😎
is there any room left for meekness❓
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self-knowledge is futile
full spectrum ape sex
preferred
before
God
—————
—————
traitor words
daily deeds
preferred
before
God
—————
—————
Adam named things more than once
before Eve
women died after childbirth
(cut open—discarded)
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at tribe Diminuendo
the alpha predators
of Placebo Town
things are done in reverse
to avoid the appearance
of being common or perverse
as it was found that over time
the gene pool gets shallower
so I was discarded at birth
to ensure a long life
for my biological mother
but I don’t mind in the least
my only complaint
was being stuffed
into a used FedEx box
and winding up on the doorstep
of a Dave & Buster’s
somewhere on the East Coast
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