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 
peculiar dimensions to my pornographic self
privacy walls around myself and my printed words
———0———
Jesus sleeping inside a woman
what was God thinking ?
Jesus crawling out
of a vagina
Satan crying
tears of joy or sorrow
changing color for all to see
———0———
from limited newsreel footage
Jesus was an American
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clean and white
Jesus was an American
handsome and strong
Jesus was an American
the fancy church for tourists
Reader’s Digest religion
without a new path
of practice
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“There are more things in heaven
and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt
of in your philosophy.” ~ Hamlet
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the equation of humans and animals
DANGER— DANGER
any equating of God
DANGER—DANGER
the human mind cannot conceive
the God of choice
or depict Him
———
———
God is not Placebo Town
or that place across the water
why would God create nature
when He is not natural ?
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“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,” declares
the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than
the earth, so are my ways higher than your
ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”
~Book of Isaiah
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after looking all over 🔎 👁️
Les Demoiselles d’Avignon
up and down the picture frame 🖼️
Pablo Picasso just couldn’t be seen
but at least I found
where he’d signed his name
Placebo Town
is the place
where pyramids
were once built
by a chain gang
on a cotton plantation
Placebo Town
now lives on
in cyberspace
as the new
and improved Babylon
it knows your number
and it knows your name
so you’d better remember
to hide your face
when it scans your brain
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the late night knock
the voice at the door
“why do people reproduce ?”
(to feed the know-how of flames)
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not exactly sure
what happened
the night before
as Urzula appeared
at Lolita’s bedroom door
a big smile upon her face
and my Little Lolita
with bratwurst
and sauerkraut on her breath
and her lips all out of place
turns out she’s very bi-curious
I soon discovered Ava hiding
under Viking Mother’s duvet
obviously in need of a comforter
I could’ve saved her the trouble
only Viking Mother’s whip hand
is ever heteroflexible
especially after a harvey wallbanger
full of compassion
Lovely Linda sighs . . .
“That bitch will be limping for a week.”
as Ketut arrives at reception
for yet another Fijian excursion
with his younger brother
Momo in tow
and a couple of local women
all dressed for a tropical celebration
and raring to go
I think today we’ll leave
the two backpackers behind
they can spend the day
in the hotel pool
slowly turning yellow
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lesbian backpackers short on pubic hair
brag of their limousine ride
a pleasure outing
(+) vulva stubble
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just me and Momo
(as Ketut was suddenly stricken
with a rare case of kava psychosis)
returning in Momo’s rusty old
Volkswagen from a male only
traditional tikoibure
where boys become men
at the sharp end of a whale’s tooth
the following magiti ni yavou
(circumcision celebration rites)
lasted well into the night
(I suspected the truth is Ketut
just can’t stand the sight of blood)
as I got back to the apartment
at 6 am Fijian time
everything was suspiciously quiet
had the two backpackers
fled the scene of the crime?
(what was done to my Little Lolita
by that Bavarian barbarian librarian
was no misdemeanour)
downstairs I could hear a drunken laugh
it was the Viking Valkyrie … of course
they were all at the poolside bar
drinking piña coladas🍹
and learning to fire dance 🔥
with Ketut … after a most speedy
recovery from his kava psychosis
and his three sisters
girls built like football players
(or as we say in Australia …
built like a brick shit house)
no need for padding
with those muscular Fijian shoulders!
Urzula and Ava must’ve thought
they were in some kind
of androgynous paradise
reminiscent of a Tahitian painting
by Paul Gauguin
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Placebo Town has neighborhoods
blink your eyes—go there
where
mothers lick their children
where
men worship one father
where
coffins two feet short
———0———
(+) station yourself close to an exit
———0———
genetic material varnished with sin
adults scream out at night
haunted by the wrong
of each day
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ever since the Garden of Eden
Placebo Town dysfunction
can be found
in the hearts of men
wherever a thief
wears a golden crown
wherever a liar
boasts a shining halo
where there’s a warlord
reveling in the act of destruction
the glittering lights of Placebo Town
are nothing more
than a seductive illusion
designed to breed
the deeds of rebellion
a grand tour of Babylon
is an open invitation
for those who long to score
the full-blown contagion
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a million decisions
sidewalks to the Law of Survival
run away
or update your personal Torah ?
conversations about gratuitous suffering
street people refusing to wear tee shirts
that suggest “Love Thy Neighbor”
(the Bell of Babylon has grown louder)
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Death is the key to survival
either traditional
under the law of primeval religion
or a new improved
reborn spiritual revival
post full-on baptism
like a crucifixion
and resurrection connection
kind of thing
beyond mere symbolism
it beats the hell
out of dead end traditionalism
and you get to ride with the King
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———(0) WIFI was wiped out by storm(0)———
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Ooh baby, living in Miami‼️
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(💧) my submersible misplaced
by a merciless Bavarian librarian
after running out of oxygen (💢)
turns out at the bottom of the ocean
money can’t buy you love … or oxygen
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each dollar has a change of hand
(in analysis)
they paid for the right to enter the serpent
human know-how under water
sorry about the lack of oxygen
suicide with priceless coverage
the whole world holds its breath
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the colony is expanding exponentially
the biosphere is deteriorating irreversibly
Frontier
the American Supercomputer
has calculated a satisfactory solution
and it’s bad news for China
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outgrowing masturbation ?
just a lack of energy
that final jolt
before you
explode
face the worst
about yourself
flesh ready to drop
exaggerated to make a point
people ignore your caricature
summarize your standing
as vertical in a cemetery
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the way of all flesh
so best
to sow to the spirit
the local witchdoctor
had been sitting at the poolside bar
drinking lemon lime and bitters
since our return from hunting mushroom
Ketut had insisted on taking him along
to quiet down the angry spirits
I had simply assumed he was waiting
for our next magic forest visit
after some very generous tipping
Ketut had even said it was too much
to which I’d replied … how much
is an Albino magic mushroom worth?
the local witchdoctor said only
one thing on the way back to the hotel
that his right foot was high up
on Thunder Mountain whilst his left foot
was being dragged down to hell
I then made the throwaway comment
that a witchdoctor divided cannot possibly
stand … so best get with the Great Spirit
rather than some mystical menagerie
and if there’s a hell
… then there must be a heaven
I could tell by the rattling of beaded braids
that there was some kind of reaction
still tripped out in the back of his ’57 Chevy
Ketut mumbled in agreement
saying I’d made a good point ☝️
and that the witchdoctor’s left foot 🦶
must be way too heavy … ?
listening intently
to the sound system
inside Ketut’s head
I heard nothing but Jamaican reggae
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if the strongest person on the sub
were to accidently kill all the others
MORE OXYGEN FOR THE ALPHA
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my money 💰
is on Hamish the explorer
a proven survivor
I fully expect him to be found
surrounded by cadavers
with their skulls caved in 💀
detected banging noises
have raised some suspicion
but …
if James Cameron can’t save ’em
… nobody can
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pOETRY wORKSHOP
TOPIC OF THE NIGHT:
“Questioning the morphological
esthetics of soft and hard”
(+) only one comment: Roquefort cheese farts—hard
………………………..the skull of the Lindbergh baby—soft
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Placebo Town
where men dig up their dead fathers
and shove them about
expressing authority
Placebo Town
where scatological elements
are tolerated (praised)
…………………………………….(+) no longer terrified by evidence
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here in Florida
I can hear Hamish
praying to Jimmy Carter
the peanut farmer/president
perhaps Jimmy is the djinn
from the lamp you rub
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that deep sea implosion
was down to the ghost
of Jack Dawson
trapped in a body frozen
he just couldn’t resist
the sight of that submersible
looking just like
Rose’s engorged clitoris
all wet and combustible
for those poor souls on board
the force of Jack’s phallus
rock hard like a stalagmite
piercing the airlock
was just too much
… even for Hamish
but I believe
he put up a heroic fight
till he could no longer breathe
kind of poetic
way down there
amongst the wreckage of the Titanic
when you think about it
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a dong soaked in orange blossom water
perfumed with a clean shiny head
sex is the joke after the punchline
reproduction sends sex
into another dimension
———0———
senior citizen meatloaf
inescapable longing
———0———
boys at the truck stop
live by the laws of
length and girth
(+) individual character
(+) group loyalty
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the smartest person in the village
said, “spirit over matter”
not one ape could
comprehend
Marie Curie
determined
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words written
to ruffle people’s feathers
caricaturing the children of Adam
simple outlines to collapse and hide
Jim Morrison
nursing himself
his male gland
ejaculating
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History:
a deity that harms whom He loves most
———0———
inner disorder
an Adam quote,
“death to me is life, if you are dead”
———0———
a bad dream
with Sin as a central character
millions and millions of dead babies
painfully lodged in her upright womb
roots ripped from religious family trees
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talk of roots ripped from family trees
life defeated rather than channeled
YOUTH rife with chaotic desire
non-procreative hunger
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willed sin based on intellectual pride
number one crime: SELF-IDENTIFICATION
———0———
poets nervous about sexual receptivity (penetrability)
SELF-DISPLAY
male beauty
defiance
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Dylan on the radio
singing about thinking twice
rolled the window down
and made an exchange
hours on the sofa
surrounded
with pillows and clouds
night porter smiles
all pain outside
with the noise
(periodic liberation with my night porter)
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‘Don’t Think Once, Get High On Ice’
a timeless Placebo Town classic
by the freedealin’ Bob Morpheus
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fall in love with the sap
what’s to love outside
of that ?
contemplate Led Zeppelin One & Two
what’s to love outside
of that ?
outdoor nature
moisture and temperature
with the pelvic pressure of gravity
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the pleasure of staying in an expensive Hotel
knocks on the door
lonely ?
beautiful fingers
wanna get high ?
beautiful fingers
knocks on the door
the pleasure of staying in an expensive Hotel
———0———
tranquility that is seldom available
a bed large enough for the entire personality
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what do the humble lust after?
a loaf of bread and a glass of water
(as in the Sudan)?
the bed sheets of pleasure
stretched over
a mattress
of flotsam and jetsam
with hospital corners
fertile young flesh undressed
organ donors of the future
does the memory of pleasure
ever forget … or forever linger?
pleasure is the addiction
when passion is your master
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“take this”
suddenly you find yourself
behaving as Cronenberg
taking dark corners
at excessive speeds
erection in hand
———varieties of psychological pathology
attempts to alleviate
that is what LIFE
is all about
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my capacity to comprehend
much less control
seldom ordinary
seldom average
———0———
the gypsy fortuneteller
she say, “make the best of a bad hand”
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CODES OF CONDUCT
“you gotta have them, Baby Cakes”
———0———
you go on a blind date with Jack Nicholson
he is old and creepy, sticky, a hint of mold
his hallucinogenic sway has faded away
haggard diaper, unnerving leak fear
conversations about sports
the price of eggs
YOUNG PEOPLE ASK
“did he ask if you were trans ?”
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SEPARATE GOD FROM NATURE
God is not contained in his creation
———0———
gratuitous suffering
the taste of sex
taken away
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“He loves nature in spite of what
it did to him.”
~ Forrest Tucker
“God looks not at your form, nor
at your deeds, but at your heart.”
“Do not go off sightseeing.
The real journey is right here.
The great excursion starts from
exactly where you are. You are the
world. You have everything you need.”
~ Rumi
“How natural it is to destroy what we
cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!”
“Want him to be more of a man?
Try being more of a woman!”
“Love is the poetry of the senses!”
~ Honoré de Balzac
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only by spoon feeding Leviathan
God may offer mercy
(+) mercy comes at a price
life guarantees sufficient pain
———0———
on my limited hike
Death is in the distance
I’m being asked a single question
“WHAT HAPPENS TO FEMALES AFTER DEATH ?”
(+) no females in Heaven
(+) no females in Hell
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the manifestation of Sylvia Plath
… or was it Virginia Woolf?
“Why must you alliterate every woman
you meet? You always introduce your wife
as the Lovely Linda, which I must admit
is pretty sweet, but I’m no Little Lolita!
I’m almost as tall as you, and in a week’s
time I turn seventeen! You keep calling my
mother the Viking Valkyrie, when you know
very well that her name is Freya.
As for our two new German friends,
stop referring to them as Adolf and Ava.
It’s offensive … and very embarrassing.”
all was forgiven
an hour later on our excursion
to Thunder Mountain
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CAN’T ACHIEVE VICTORY ?
go for revenge
annoy God
the Lake of Fire
the loving touch
———no dissolve
———only reserve
the price of redemption
destruction of others
enslavement
endure without cure
yes, the clay washes away
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I could sense that Ava
longed to be ravished
plundered and pillaged
by someone with a penis
I did knock … but
when I opened the door
finding her naked and prone there
flat on her back on the bedroom floor
her arms and legs up in the air
I dared ask the question
“… is this an open invitation?”
she then mumbled something about
being in her “happy to go position”
even calling me … “baby”!
so I hopped right in 🐰
after bringing the hole situation
to a mutually satisfying conclusion 💥
I went down to the poolside bar
with not so little Lolita
where she couldn’t wait to chide me
having witnessed
blow by blow
the entire imbroglio
saying … “Ava is a naked yoga therapist
and she was simply trying to tell you
she was in the Happy Baby yoga position!
And by the way,
it’s very good for your pelvis.
You should try it some time.”
yes … I guess
I found out the hard way
“I’ve never heard of such a thing?!”
was my repentant reply
I then claimed complete innocence
… “I thought she was a school teacher!”
(apparently that’s how she introduces
herself … especially to strangers)
later on when Ava joined us
we all had a good laugh
and swore never to mention
the entire incident
to Urzula the Arian Succubus
(whom I now have good reason
to doubt is actually a librarian
despite the copy of Mein Kampf
I found in her backpack
amongst the testosterone medication
when searching her room
as I’ve had my suspicion 🤔🕶️
that she’s hiding a loaded weapon)
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“If women are the opposite sex, then what is the neighboring sex ?”
……………………………………………………………Dorothy Sayers
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“You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”
~ Jesus of Nazareth
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forced to exist under those words my whole life
Michael say, “Choose your neighbors wisely.”
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I live at No. 668
unfortunately … yes
I’m the neighbor of the Beast
with his constant snarling
and non-stop partying
he keeps me up late
tossing and turning
in my burning bed
I could have him arrested
for disturbing the peace
and probably even arson 🔥
I know that he hates me
and he really wants me dead
but I’m no Judas Priest
so I must do my best
to love my neighbor
like the Good Book said 🙏😇🕶️
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the construction of woman
to alleviate loneliness
craves and fears
the eyes of God
heavy on her
exterior
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I’ve got a heavy stacked woman
with a smile on her face
and she has crowned
my soul with grace
I’m still hurting from an arrow
that pierced my chest
I’m gonna have to take my head
and bury it between your breasts
It’s a long road
It’s a long and narrow way
If I can’t work up to you
you’ll surely have to
work down to me someday
I love women
and she loves men
We’ve been to the west
and we going back again
I heard a voice
at the dusk of day
Saying …
“Be gentle brother,
be gentle and pray.”
It’s a long road
It’s a long and narrow way
If I can’t work up to you
you’ll surely have to
work down to me someday
~ Bob Dylan
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long before the knocks on the door
obstacles were set in place
apes claim one foot
in yesterday
one foot in
tomorrow
genitals
plugged
into
now
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too much namby-pamby
uplifted eyes exhausted
afraid to leave the city
reality so different
printed on paper
“why do I write
mental talk ?”
LOUDSPEAKER POET
no matter what
nothing real
except pain
it leaks
your
soul
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a tiny crack in the cement
a weed pops up
dictated and
inspired by
God
PRESENT TIME OF THINGS PAST
demanding
what they are entitled to
the “rights” of others underfoot
+(rational and irrational dung)+
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the right
to remain silent
as piles of coffee cups
and the fires of plastic
defile the planet
nothing free
and nothing easy
as the needs
and the desires of the flesh
are hijacked
jacked up
and amplified by vanity
Babylon the Great
sinking in the shifting sand
the greed of humanity
with a fresh takeaway cafe latte
in it’s trembling hand
human rights taken by force
with not much left for planet Earth
caffeine and methamphetamine
grab some while you can
for a ringside seat
at mankind’s last stand
a guaranteed millennium
of entertainment
with more fireworks
than a Taylor Swift concert
“Yet to all who did receive him, to those
who believed in his name, he gave the
right to become children of God.”
~ John the Apostle
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a simple wank
with more fireworks
than a Taylor Swift concert
to be understanding
to be understood
working with father
in a carpenter’s shop
the Blessed Mother
flipping pancakes
anonymous
Nazareth
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fertility rights
performed in the moonlight
on a hot tropical night 🏝️
with more panties soaked
than at a Harry Styles concert
the cut and thrust ⚙️🪛
of love and lust ❤️🔥
making fools of us all 🙃🕶️
from above and below
as the moon full 🌝
reflects a brilliant yellow 💛
off the surface
of a hotel swimming pool 🟡
“Women and cats will do as they
please, and men and dogs should
relax and get used to the idea.”
~ Robert A. Heinlein
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Buffy Sainte-Marie and my night porter
arrived around 3pm
I cried the first hour
so beautiful
so full of love
Buffy Sainte-Marie
Buffy Sainte-Marie and my night porter
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Lolita the Vampire Slayer
reminds me so much of a young
Sarah Michelle Gellar
it makes me cry
she’s almost worth going to jail for
only she
Linda and Buffy
and perhaps Freya and Ava
have the right to repeatedly stake me
knowing full well
the walking dead can never truly die
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BEWARE THE SECONDARY CHARACTERS IN YOUR LIFE
the shifting of fantasy figures
friend to foe
miniature
vulvas
(+) spice monkey no longer salt/pepper
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I was given just one minute 🕐
to retrieve the teddy bear 🧸
from it’s glass case and put on
this cute little pink pinafore dress 📌
to claim the million dollar prize 💰
and then face the world press 📸 🌎
clinging to that damn teddy bear
and wearing that bloody silly dress‼️
for once a dream has left me bereft 🤔🕶️
and possibly in need of a psychiatrist❓
“The spiritual life does not remove us
from the world but leads us deeper into it.”
~ Henri J.M. Nouwen
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(+) the forbidden secret of the miniature vulva
in spite of warning, spice monkey persisted
no possible way to escape the consequences
birds overhead will announce your guilt
sketch artists will plaster your image
———0———
small talk with a judge
cell block sodomy
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driving 90mph on the beltway
being passed by blurs
everybody on drugs
shooed away
perversity
straight
to the
heart
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it was a celebration of identity
a dead librarian face down
her chubby buttocks
roasting in the sun
Republicans
were quick
with their critiques
on the evening news
“performance created”
same-sex support, intimacy
queer feelings and attractions
——later that evening——
I found it difficult to sleep
every book in the library was crying
even Robert Frost had a weak moment
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pancakes
with Mother Mary
in heaven’s kitchen
where love is the answer
to the conspiracy of identity
loud voices
“Too many choices!”
itching and scratching
distant whispers
… LET IT BE
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$$$$$ for a female presence
a proper partner for the library
the Republicans are quick to judge
“hole or hand” destinations required
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symbiotic
—- or —-
antibiotic
spider monkey see 👀
spice monkey do 🐒
primates on display
at the homosapien zoo 😎
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—–new readers who reread in new ways—–
nude readers who shower with other nude readers
—–avoid anything easily accessible———
limit your intake of dead authors/poets
——internalized rules, condom free expression——
——after sunset, speech turns into literature——–
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Mulholland Man was screaming
YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
so I put my hand in the hand
of the man who calmed the waters
no need for a plan
no need of further proof
I do indeed live with three of
Mother Nature’s winsome daughters
supernaturally maybe? 🤔🕶️
Linda … the Mother of Nations
Fertility Goddess
and Temptress of Spice
Freya* … the widow of charity
Lolita* … the orphan of lost chastity
the strange and the familiar
(*names changed to protect the guilty
. . . namely me 😎)
domestically inspired frustrations
vented through whimsical poetry 🌊 💦
as my life becomes pulp fiction
where the only hope is to flee
to a foreign country 🏝️
… taking all three with me
before the fat lady sings 🎶
and the reading of the benediction 🙏
“You’re never too old
to learn something stupid.”
~ Winston Churchill
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PRAISE THE TEMPTRESS OF SPICE
she has blessed you with the ultimate gifts
you are a taller tree in the forest
——+riffraff waves+——
paraphrase poetry
guilty so many times
the police don’t respond
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“If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul;
you haven’t experienced poetry.”
~ Edgar Allan Poe
“Poets are shameless with their
experiences: they exploit them.”
~Friedrich Nietzsche
“The world doesn’t make sense,
so why should I paint pictures that do?”
~ Pablo Picasso
“Creativity is intelligence having fun.”
~Albert Einstein
“There is nothing more truly artistic
than to love people.”
~ Vincent Van Gogh
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heresy
the sacred quality of literature questioned
word jockeys constructing the verbal equivalent of reality
crazy emotional rage, ideas, romance, bathroom/latrine tasks
details around the central idea, pray to Heaven that they are unified
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Poetry Chop Shop taught me that unity
isn’t all it’s cracked up to be … literally
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imaginatively filling in gaps
a lover man presupposes an audience
Nick Cave and his husband awareness
sister brides erasing suspension of disbelief
fictional romance wrapped in wrong behavior
the poet holding a mirror up to reality, desperate
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the barista smiled
with her Spanish accent
as she punched my loyalty card
full of gratefulness
I thanked her … “Muchas gracias!”
but she knows my shameful secret
when it comes to café
. . . I am a complete slut
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South Florida has grown new nipples
suckle mania,
what can I say ?
the night porter
with endless Beatle hits
I tried to count the pillows
being blinded by all the white
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eiderdown of the unnatural
feathers
from the breast of the beast
extraneous nipples
devouring themselves
with pearly white teeth
sending ripple
down below
throughout the breadth
of time and space
from the depth
of the fluffiest pillow
I encounter
the goddess of the third breast
what the hell she wants
is anyone’s guess?
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public legitimation is not possible
public legitimation will never be possible
———0———
The Beatles
wave you
forward
you have no
where to go
The Beatles
suspicious
of your
shadowy
existence
they ask you
to pet Yoko
as if she
were a
Torah Goat
nasty that way
ill winds to Yoko
who lived 35 years too long
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“When one plays music,
never mind who listens.”
~ Robert Schumann
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you discover yourself
rigidly unalterable
the human girl
made of Adam
fancy pillows
for pants
Cry-Cry
Circus
Baby
——————————Dollar Store ready-made
Reader’s Digest definition of ready-made: “available”
rip out a rib and make yourself an EVE
nothing strange about that
make yourself an Eve
not one available
nothing strange
about that
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fancy pillows for pants
make me so happy
big boy nappies
utopian/messianic elements
poets wishing to expand the boundaries
machines overhead mapping
social change with war paint
apocalyptic undercurrents
claustrophobic cash flow
I want my Jerusalem
in South Florida
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may the pancakes of heaven
overflowing
with the holy maple syrup
forever fill your stomach 🙏
for where the cashflow goes
nobody really knows 🤔🕶️
yet . . .
it should never be a heartache 💔
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I remember holding the hand of Emily Dickinson
she telling me over and over
“I am a deathless me”
“I am a deathless me”
a no vacancy Emily
full of tenants
she chuckled
when I
mentioned
apprenticeship
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I could never
quite understand
Emily Dickinson’s
‘my life had stood a loaded gun’
(is it any wonder no man
ever made her his wife?)
but after her many attempts
to take my life
I was happy to hand her one
(a loaded gun)
I put it down
to a misunderstanding
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Emily would often speak
of the void behind life’s veil
carrying a folded piece of paper
which asked for Holy Forgiveness
upon arrival of Skull and Crossbones
she would instruct Death to make haste
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