
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

apes intermarry and breed on the street
at best, individual character and group loyalty
each Michael carrying a piece
of his broken heart
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tools of the Abrahamic covenant
rarely visible or accessible
short arms way too short
tall apes lost and afraid
I can see inside
the everlasting
withered tree
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Kneeling at the foot of the cross
I was granted gifts of great cost
amongst the many
a spirit of peace
beyond all aggression
yet a full suit of armour
to stand up against any enemy
along with some
heavy duty weaponry
and ammunition a-plenty
with the mindful instruction
Now Go Learn How To Use Them
With Heaven’s Blessing
And For Goodness Sake
My Love Ain’t No
Janis Joplin Ball And Chain
So Enjoy The Freedom!
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NEWSFLASH:
Tony Bennet stopped producing gravy
37 years ago
at that time
it had the appearance of wren poop
(+) a hardship of old age, the gravy stream dries up
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I can dress up your wounds
With a blood-clotted rag
I ain’t afraid to make love
To a bitch or a hag
If you see me comin’
And you’re standing there
Wave your handkerchief
In the air
I ain’t dead yet
My bell still rings
I keep my fingers crossed
Like them early Roman kings
~ Bob Dylan
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not so little Lolita
was pushing adoption papers
in my face at breakfast
so I told her to give it a break
(and not to mention it in front of
Viking Mother for it might upset her)
as I’m up to my neck in red tape
getting an approval for Ava’s
bridging visa and refugee status
on the grounds of fleeing extreme
domestic lesbian violence
the immigration department stated
that I had presented them with a
rather unique and intriguing case
Mother Freya had graciously provided
some gratuitous bruising to Ava’s
buttocks as corroborative evidence
not to mention the two black eyes
inflicted by an obese comedian
sitting on poor Ava’s face
at her lesbian life drawing class
but it had to be done I guess 🤔🕶️
I could’ve done it myself
only with my fist ✊ . . . anyway
it looks like we’ve had some success
to think it took the Red Army
and the combined Allied Forces
of World War Two✌️
to split up the original Adolf and Ava
and I’ve managed to do it with an
airline ticket and a piece of paper 😎👍
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no marching band
flags waving
I visited my unpublished Tarzan manuscript
mentally drooling as my fingers touched
the muscular bodies/great apes and man
tiny molecules of Holy people
floating inside
excited
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there were peasants singing
and sunbakers baking
as a plane ditched
into the sea at Myrtle Beach
Multiple Michael
had just been released
and was on the loose
floating on the breeze
with Tarzan
the Phantom
and a gang of chimpanzees
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the number of things and people in my way
Dylan, “it’s not dark but it’s getting there”
serving myself and serving others
I can see the Grace of God
out in the field
———0———
half my family on Desolation Row
the other side, a ministry
lodged in a famous tree
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from a limb
overhanging the garden
I spend my time
peeking into
Desolation Row
where the insurance men
of Placebo Town
keep a watch list
full of information
on who’s to stay
and who should go
after placing
a price on carbon
and an embargo
on personal freedom
for all carbon based
life forms
Why?
I just don’t know
best not to ask
and do like the rest
wearing a frown
upon a rearranged face
under a protective mask
with absolutely no purpose
and no concept
of style and grace
arrogance and pride
cometh before a fall
only God’s love
keeps me hanging on
to this grafted branch
after saying yes
to a whispered call
in the distance
the murmur of a prayer
a gentle reminder
why I should really care
down below
on Desolation Row
it’s not dark yet
but it’s getting there
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having recently visited the Land of Shadows
where others fear the Lord
hiding behind the curves
of myth-laden language
artisans of the Word
lesbian librarians
truck stop poets
seek no combat
“the wrestler/the wrestled no more”
“THE WRESTLER/THE WRESTLED NO MORE”
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a week without my night porter
sometimes they gave me extra
put a smile on my face
Michael
on a flying carpet
down hallways
neighbors
no more
than skin tags
Yes, Death was there
a ghost cat licking my hand
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one night can be like a year
in the shadows lands
wrestling
with
an
anonymous stranger
Jacob tried his best
but could not outlast
that holy ghost wrestler
but I guess
what doesn’t kill you
makes you stronger
except for the limp
from that injury
to Jacob’s hip
worn like a badge of honour
without the stench of sorcery
as one night can be like a year
when sparing with a stranger
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the battle with God
runs common coin
unpoetic intellect
basically
wet mud
—0—
microscopic apes
along the edge
gifted with a
momentary
existence
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the tables have turned
Candy Girls
hungry
the vagina pads
no longer stuck on stop
———0———
words
bug bites on paper
Bob Dylan has arrived
pull tight the night ring
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the midnight howling
of the local dingo pack
seems to get the girls going
and all juiced up
ready to attack
I was trying to have a shower
when rudely interrupted
by Freya
the Viking Mother
in her Barbie pink 🩷
dominatrix outfit
all metal studs and vegan leather
asking what it’s worth
to adopt not so little Lolita?
so I turned the taps off
standing there
dripping wet
replying how much
was she willing to pay me
and would that be cash?
Freya turned away in disgust
and headed back out the door
It was then that I noticed
Ava down on all fours
naked
a leash and dog collar
attached
with a gimp mask on her face
her body
and raven hair
drenched in sweat 💦
neither were impressed
when I suggested
they’d get a good price
for Lolita
at the slave market in Marrakesh
there they love
that young white flesh
as there’s nothing like riding 🚂
the Midnight Marrakesh Express
with a love slave
of no fixed address
right on cue
Lolita came through the door
and got undressed
asking for a turn at getting wet
as Freya and Ava
were in the hallway
eating each other’s hearts out
I dropped my shampoo🧴
and bar of soap 🧼🫧
on the bathroom floor
wondering what could possibly
happen next 🤔🕶️
whilst trying to take a shower 🚿
and have a shave 🪒 in peace ☮️
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turn left several times
find yourself in God’s absence
——————————old people dying from the heat
——————————children turning a winter blue
turn left, turn left
God’s absence
a land of words and signs
museums of compensation
schools teach that the lack of love
should exist without outward complaint
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dripping from the ceiling
reality melting
into the night
ordinary lives
requiring
extraordinary evidence
a future left hanging
in a tunnel of darkness
hiding from the light
reality melting
dripping from the ceiling
Bob Dylan singing
Don’t Think Twice
. . . It’s Alright
and don’t forget to hydrate
in this sweltering heat
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the police recently arrested Bob Dylan
in the rain he looked like a dehydrated rat
the arresting officer said that his after-image
still lingers on her retina
Bob Dylan
a faint star
a firmament
of Bethlehem
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Yes Michael
I do truly regret 😢
Ringing 📞
The police 🚓
That wet rainy night 🌧️
In New Jersey
And getting Bob Dylan
Detained in the rain ☔
Like a Venezuelan refugee
But in Long Branch
It’s better
Than getting shot at
Bruce Springsteen
Would’ve done the same
If some drowned rat
In a raincoat
Was poking about
His house 🏡
Late at night 🌃
Luckily for Bob
He isn’t black
And wasn’t born to run🏃
Or he’d have gotten
A bullet in the back
As I know he has a gun
But being rich 💰
And white
He only uses it for fun
Out on Highway 61 😎👍
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UNENDING SPECTACLES OF DEATH
having crumbled
Michael
fashioned
two doors down
from the behemoth
Michael
on the highway
of labored breathing
disobeying orders for silence
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I was to slip back into the stream
an exhausted fish
my time of value
a distant thing
effacement
complete
MICHAEL THE ONE-MAN SHOW
———0———
circles of dust reshaped
idiots wanting to wrestle God
late at night they fashion weapons
thousand letter words
spoken never read
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hyper awareness
tasting the essence
versus comfortably numb
within the anaesthetized
absence of consciousness
an adversary who loves me
with maneuvers endless
taking the time out
in a championship bout
to pin me to the canvas
of an existential crisis
Alice Cooper in the corner
of a dream screaming
Wake Up … Wake Up!
forever the sun rises
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the doctor informed me
that I was experiencing
a Tragedy of the Flesh
I was in the market
for a brief reprieve
———0———
the enormity of my dread
a reality of being sucked
into oblivion
narrowing
to zero
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nothing on earth can endure forever
…………………………………and there I was
a full grown sperm in an MRI vagina
the bell rang (Glutton missing parts)
the machine made precise images
I, with my abstraction of mind
enjoyed the sounds made
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neural pathways
strung out with razor wire
the aftermath
of climbing the walls
of a concentration camp
where polite society
vents it’s wrath
just another gypsy
marginalised along with the rest
on the edge of existence
where viewing the omniscience 🪟
in the presence is best ♾️
the chosen people
and the forsaken people
all the young dudes
with their broken idols
singing along in Gulag Archipelago
to Mott The Hoople
and The Pussycat Dolls
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the creatures in my family tree
they hum the tune
minus the words
(((DEATH IS NOT SLEEP)))
serious thoughts of Jesus
as you wade in the brooding darkness
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cruel people
make jokes about feet
made from the cedars
of Lebanon
the loneliness
the separateness
a casual combination
of Michaels
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standing upon
the cedars of Lebanon
in the Temple of Solomon
you can never be defeeted
by a rebellious Absalom
not even the armies of Babylon
God may laugh
at the old man of sin
who chose to ignore him
but he laughs along with
those of hard won wisdom
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holding the hand of Bob Dylan
as he produces a monotone
of existential despair
even with success
his externals
are a mess
HIS VIGOR OF LIFE:
a lip fell off
but it was
welcomed
back
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at one time
Bob Dylan
was the
Juggler of the Day
spinning lovers in the air
———0———
professionally tousled hair
blurring the blues
———0———
his penis, a magical telescope
sharp focus a thousand miles away
sharp focus face-to-face
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in the future
I must remember
to never drop the soap 🧼🫧
around Lolita
and lock the door
to the shower 🚿
I foolishly forgot
she’s not so little
with Big Emily® strapped on
she seems to always
keep the bloody thing handy
I’ll have to repay Ava the favour
for giving Lolita
such a thoughtful present
on her seventeenth birthday🎈💥
just to think 🤔🕶️
one more year
and it will be perfectly legal
what Lolita and Big Emily®
did to me 🥵🕶️
am I partly
if not wholly responsible?
have I created a monster?
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reflexive anal pleasure
compounded with deep satisfaction
mentally squirting commas to slow the pace
Leif Ericson would have been proud of the load shot
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anonymous valentines
odd colored fingertips
storyteller love
unashamed
blended
not plural
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on the last page
written in crayon
“there really is an enemy”
———0———
the two shoes of temptation:
seductive & deceptive
stalks that grow
into one
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at the beach
old waddles visible
butt crack potpourri
stray hairs possibly yak
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watching the sun set
the non-necessity of
having been born
purchasing a postcard
a phallic mushroom
naked anxiety
coiled in the core
——0——
the cries and wails of nothingness
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invited to reconstrue
the words of the past
——————–exiting the Ark
TAKE ROOT, POPULATE !
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and here I am on my elbows
Boy did too much
——0——
the blinding power of sin
——0——
flawed people/dysfunctional
self-excusers
——0——
there I am on my elbows
wanted a little more
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proof of religion
visit a cemetery
——0——
graveyard enthusiasts
——0——
no more than rape
brothers standing in line
just to push it in, deposit
——0——
NOTHING MUST BE TAKEN ENTIRELY SERIOUSLY
the sensational and the perverse
within the family
sex with the dead
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the corpse with its rape hole
(+) magic diabolism
self-indulgent pornography
titillating fantasies
to insure damnation
riot in delight
stand in line for more
THE RAPE HOLE
lodged in the center of this poem
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MODERN POETRY
opens up the possibility
of mucking around with a rape hole
you tell yourself
that you’ve seen the female opening
and you have seen the general area
you are not alone
HOW CLOSE CAN THE HUMAN EYE ZOOM IN ?
———0———
———0———
masturbation: partially reliving a memory
the question of authenticity
distinctions between truth
and falsity
——0——
standing in line with father and brothers and cousins
engaging in a discussion about hybrid rape holes
highly elastic college girls with pink flaps
I say Brother, “It is never that”
ancient aunts/sulfuric stench
lesbian librarians sewn shut
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among the children of Noah
there were no righteous
they were expendable
target practice
(+) the scaffolding of Noah
taken down, stored out of sight
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the offer
one big fat dollar
for the defilement
of a Barbie doll
dressed up
as a cheap street ho
under the shelter
of a plastic
pink rainbow
LOVE (>) HATE
HATE (>) LOVE
a grand jury
indictment
with a cluster
bomb attached
to the cast iron penis
hidden beneath
the Statue of Liberty’s
long flowing dress
Maui in flames
after being seduced
humanity under
the bedcovers
lamenting
paradise lost
in the garden
of Mar-a-Lago
top secret files
flushed
down the toilet
that ship was sunk
off the coast
of South Florida
the moment Lizzo
stepped onto
Noah’s Ark
with a lawyer
demanding
a settlement
out of court
the offer
one big fat dollar
for putting a dog collar
on the patriarch Noah
as Ken was never enough
with just a plastic mound
devoid of genitalia
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an assembly with a collective interest:
pOETIC wORKSHOP
gentlemanly ways
enduring illusion
most of all
self-deception
(+) straight men holiday at the rape hole
hostility and physical violence
bust a nut/insemination
———0———
the certainty of privileged residence in gender
———0———
behavior in boys and girls
a debilitating malady
known as soft mouth
focus
on being passed around
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Nonhuman Primates
negotiate anew
what is old
———0———
adults carpooling to sex
———0———
teenagers share
insults and social ills
females lacking breasts
suffer a ‘risk-factor’
males could care less
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(+) RESERVE SEX FOR THE ONLY PLACE IT BELONGS
——————PRISON——————
apes with white skin
lie about being self-sufficient
some apes never outgrow
the need to be controlled
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(🌹) SOULS CONTROLLED
AND SOLD INTO SERVITUDE
IN THE PLACE WHERE BONDAGE IS
SOCIALLY SANCTIONED & APPROVED
—————- MARRIAGE —————-
sweet dreams with hardened thoughts
basic instincts hard to resist
self actualization a modern myth
public and private exhibitionists
amongst the rebellious youth
raging against the machine
that controls Planet Primate
surrendering to a system of last resort
is the master plan of Project Human
now that the entire world is a prison
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——Sign your Name——
I rejected all but my personal dream
no link to any other being in existence
periods of softened feelings
pushed aside and forgotten
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P-L-A-N-E-T–P-R-I-M-A-T-E
daydreams and wish fulfillment
in regions where inhibitions
could be suspended
(+) where the Mother Ape could soften the white ape into gentleness
white apes could be subdued and softened
Planet Primate
Placebo Town
shy away
SHY AWAY
shy away
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it was tight
it was intense
as plastic impaled flesh
with a sense of poetic justice
like the proverbial boot
on the other foot
when I gave Ava a taste
of Big Emily® in the … boot
as our resident Bavarian lesbian
naked yoga instructor
was in the kitchen doing her
Adho Mukha Shvanasana
better known as the
downward dog position
it was a win-win situation
as Ava was full of appreciation
after tasting her own medicine
even Mother Freya
whip in hand
gave a standing ovation
finishing it all off
with a severe flagellation
for messing up the kitchen
there was no sign of Lolita
I think she went into hiding
still sore from the last time
she saw me
pulling out that strap-on
and vice versa
“A wounded deer leaps the highest.”
~ Emily Dickerson
“Any man who is attached to the senses
and things of this world … is one who lives
in ignorance and is being consumed by the
the snakes that represent his own passions.”
~ Black Elk
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white apes
burning down the forest
saying big business
always knows best
white apes
climbing Mountain Everest
claiming to be the first
after climbing over
a frozen carcass
white apes
landing on the Moon
seeking a cure
for an intergalactic virus
of the penis
placed high up in the sky
in a rubber spy balloon
the coming of the white ape
gone in a flash
leaving only a rash
and a silver spoon
white apes replaced
by artificial intelligence
for Planet of the Primates
not a moment too soon
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the pursuit of one’s evil nature
the twins:
self-knowledge
self-discipline
four eyes looking horizontally
for what will only be seen vertically
———0———
Satan whirled Eve to the highest of the high
knowing full well that she would float down to Eden
poor Adam had no clue that he would be on his knees
weeping, “why Father, have you permitted this to be ?”
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I fought with my twin
that enemy within
’til both of us fell by the way
Horseplay and disease
is killing me by degrees
while the law looks the other way
Your partners in crime
hit me up for nickels and dimes
The man you were loving
couldn’t never get clean
It felt out of place
my foot in his face
but he should’ve stayed
where his money was green
I bit into the root of forbidden fruit
with the juice running down my leg
Then I dealt with your boss
who’d never known about loss
Who always was too proud to beg
There’s a white diamond gloom
on the dark side of this room
and a pathway that leads up to the stars
If you don’t believe there’s a price
for this sweet paradise
just remind me to show you the scars
There’s a new day at dawn
and I’ve finally arrived
If I’m there in the morning
baby … you’ll know I’ve survived
I can’t believe it
I can’t believe I’m alive
but without you it doesn’t seem right
Oh, where are you tonight?
~ Bob Dylan
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law keepers of the immediate family
lazy law keepers
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don’t bother with them
ambulance chasers
just send guns and money
when all shit hits the fan
you’ll get a much better outcome
that’s what I told O.J.Simpson
and Michael Jackson’s doctor
but they just didn’t listen
now they’re doing time in the can
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difficult to sleep
thinking of the seed
exposed to drought
and to rot
(poolhall humor:
it is not the harvest
but the sowing
that is important)
———0———
innocent faces
reflected
in the field
by brake lights
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the red carpet
of vainglorious delight
snakes coiled up in the grass
ready to strike
satanists hiding in plain sight
doing the Wiccan Wacky Woo
on Entertainment Tonight
who’s doing who
who’s broken up with who
and who’s ready to fight
lawyers at twenty paces
in a forsaken place
where money makes right
where everything
that glitters appears golden
under the carnivorous spotlight
of Placebo Town
where naïveté arrives
is devoured
and all innocence spat out
onto the red carpet
of vainglorious delight
where celebrity feeds
long into the night
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HONEYMOON HOTEL: PLACEBO TOWN
surrender yourself to the agenda of agendas
24 hour rescue from the Vise-Grip Hold
recall:
all the angels cringing
at the thought of intercourse
THANK GOD FOR THE EASIER PATH OF OBEDIENCE
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an eager volunteer
upon that slippery slope
with a vice like grip
fervently released
with a big surrender
to the virgina agenda
as angels stand in awe
and ecstatically quiver
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THE TORMENTED MIND
it recognizes its sin
it loves its sin
in pure darkness
sin vibrates inside your head
you welcome sin to fill your emptiness
chained to torture and pain, suffering is King
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a simple torso shaped pillow
that warms to the touch
snap on genitals
your choice
——0——
silence your conscience
masturbation is in “the public good”
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Yes …
we must pull together
for the public good 👌😎
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standing on top of a 20ft ladder
begging to commune with God
standing on top of a 20ft ladder
separation growing daily
what you were meant to be
has passed you by
your sins
playing hide-and-go-seek
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That Tower of Babel
Don’t add up to a hill of beans
Compared to the penitent prayer🙏
Of the all so humble 😎
Especially after a dramatic tumble
To stumble is only human 🙃🕶️
To fumble
And occasionally crumble
But pride takes one
To an unreachable
Almost unforgivable level 😱
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without any outside assistance
(think) cemetery landfill
how will you free yourself ?
your allegiance to yourself ?
———replace yourself ?
paralyzed by the thought
your testicles
bankrupt
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IMAGINE
a new and improved pair
of celestial testicles 🤔🕶️
ones that never misfire
or run out of ammunition
with an upright phallus
that keeps on giving?
a virgina agenda with
no reason for complaining
that would be heaven! 😎
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in the sense of being wholly inaccessible to direct awareness
that crazy desire to be recognized
———0———
wild considerations of gender differences
OBJECTS:
objects of desire
sexual creativity
———0———
I was in the backroom
beating a drum
like the village
idiot
I was never in a backroom
beating a drum
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I AM THE COMBINATION OF BITTER AND SWEET
memories of Michaels expired
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I was anointed
with a substance
that melted a hole
through the consciousness
of collective clarity
to the next level
of a finite singularity
traversing an infinite multiverse
from a distance
it all appeared
immensely miniscule
traveling at a great height
from molecule to molecule
at the speed of light
with everything unseen
vibrating intune
to some ethereal song
of celestial awareness
as parcels of pure energy
bright shining like the sun
passed in and out of sight
I couldn’t wait
to do it all again
that Orange Sunshine 🌞
the very next night
just a couple of good friends
with all common sense
and foresight left behind
at reality’s disappearance
there was no time for sex
no energy to waste
on emotionally messy stuff
with the wisdom of age
I now ask myself
was that a mistake? 🤔🕶️
or did I dodge a silver bullet
with my name engraved on it?
in the hereafter
I’ll have to remember to ask
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Orange Sunshine was a welcome guest
mild pleasure
later on
a handful
(+) my night porter claims that they were baby aspirin
———–the real dragon: Window Pane——–
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my entire life
seems small in the landfill
masculinized and reciprocal
my entire life
a roomful of strangers
kissing in the dark
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people ask me
what it is like to kiss a man
PUBLIC or PRIVATE
lips running through
one another
lack gender
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kissing strangers in a dark room
the next day
you discover
one of the kissers
only had a single lip
@tonguing his teeth as if he was a piano
kissing strangers in total darkness
it was okay to massage
bathing suit areas
(+) how many people knew the guy with one lip had a giant dong ?
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my professional diagnosis
consensual exhibitionism
it is frighteningly obvious
whenever not so little Lolita
is in the passenger seat
she’s getting her breasts out
and starts playing with herself
I blame Viking Mother
for not weaning her proper
this constant need
to put things in her mouth
especially when in public
I’ve given up any pretence
of getting Lolita to behave herself
my professional diagnosis
she’s a consensual exhibitionist
fortunately for me she is
an accomplished contortionist
with a gymnastic physique
so people shopping
at Walmart
and dining at the local
Chinese restaurant
are constantly
stopping to take a peek
and making comments
encouragingly complimentary
but Lolita tells them all
to mind their own business
and go contort themselves
she just doesn’t know
how to take a compliment
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my entire life:
a roomful of strangers
kissing in the dark
10 Adams
10 Eves
1 Noah (with his pants down)
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A single Lolita
one pot plant
in need of watering
with her pants down
the behemoth
of the bedroom
with a golden crown
her predilection
stranger than fiction
like a moth to the flame
that consensual source
of flowing emission
with sparks flying
inbetween
her itching friction
satiated
with an outburst
of love’s lubrication
is her overdose
in need of seed
becoming my addiction?
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a fascination for kissing in the dark
voyeuristic inhales on a cigarette
lukewarm foreplay
a rare nibble
lurking
beneath the surface
the desire to swallow
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MY ENTIRE LIFE
SEEMS SMALL IN THE LANDFILL
masculinized and reciprocal
book-related characters
with boyish birthday gifts
valentines
that altered the unalterable
valentines
counted and measured in class
———0———
pre-literate relatives
in the family tree
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