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 
outsiders are forced to stay outside
because insects are drawn to their smell
in my sleep I can hear them analyzing my wealth
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famous people try so hard
to keep their puzzle pieces
separate
human beings are mammals
but famous people
who knows ?
INDEPENDENT OF THE BRAIN AND BODY
learned habits
bodily memory
standing in a different spot
famous people
see what others cannot see
———0———
Taylor is curious
his penis
a blind man’s stick ?
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An Ancient Caladonian Proverb;
A swizzle stick in the hand is worth
two in the bush to a blind T-Swizzle.
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behind all the seasonal words
Robert Frost is weeping:
LIFE IS A COLLECTION OF ISSUES
THAT CANNOT BE RESOLVED
IN ANY SATISFYING WAY
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do dead people think about human plurality ?
poets in the grave sharing their consciousness
WORDS PAVE THE PATH OF PLURALITY
please don’t pass me by
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single minded life forms
subdivide along party lines
with an axe to grind
into the spine of the divine
in a world worn and torn
where plurality is a crime
and the ubiquitous is seem
by the many as sublime
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Poetry is Simple Enthusiastic Ignorance
recalling things from the past
adding a delightful spin
the more foreign
the better
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SEX IS MADNESS IN THE MADHOUSE
older couples are so thankful
that sex has vanished
from the menu
“No Thanks”
—————————-blow out the birthday candles
—————————-daydreams of an unfamiliar tongue
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running from a religion
found on saccharine greeting cards
asking God for a translation
the externalized self
nude in public
———0———
(+) no showers wearing underpants
(+) no candles at the Honeymoon Hotel
(+) we deceive ourselves with memories
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walking through your life
very little documentary truth
empty hand fiddling
nothing unforeseen
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hiding from scandal
and knowing that many
can’t handle the truth
I keep my past to myself
hiding deep within
in the Burmuda triangle
having made my fortune
smuggling betel nut
from Manus Island to Wewak
(it’s not actually illegal
but in my secret life
… it’s fun to pretend)
being no big thing
sailing the islands
much liked Errol Flynn
then graduating to trafficking
that golden triangle heroin
from Bangkok to Placebo Town
that’s where the story begins . . .
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it was me who dressed Bob Dylan up like Charlie Chaplin
placed him outside in front of a restaurant
COFFEE SHOP
it was me who kept sticking lemon slices in his mouth
causing his face to wince like he had a dry hemorrhoid
———0———
this fact cemented my authority as a special person
I am Michael of the Michaels
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it was me who fed Bob Dylan
the gravel and barbed wire
to make him sound like
Blind Lemon Jefferson
as befits a ramblin’ blues singer
but he started on that pixie dust
and now he’s sounding
like Louis Armstrong
as that powder just ain’t kosher
so I told old Satchmo
sharing his blow with Dylan
was positively 4th Street wrong
but do these musicians ever listen!?
at least this released my voice
to become a wandering ghost
just blowin’ in the wind
amongst the refuse and the dust
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morphine
under the tongue
put Leonard Cohen on
“New Skin for the Old Ceremony”
———0———
CONSTANTLY NARRATING MY LIFE TO MYSELF
———0———
never really singular and unified
late at night, appetite and passion creep about
active participants in the proceedings
sometimes, an odd sideline
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TAYLOR SWIFT CALLS ROOM SERVICE:
(+) please remove a menacing frown
(+) please deliver a medium hard-to-please pout
signaling compliance
first look then touch
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Look Taylor
please
to deliver swift service
a pout-to-please a menacing hard
with a signalling first touch
. . . then compliance
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she was saying things that had never been discussed outside adolescence
washroom experiences, character caricatures of nude lesbians
risk-averse sex
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Big Lolita is now using me
to do her weight lifting 💪
and to hold her soft serve ice cream🍦
as she does her carnivorous dining 🍔
I’ve been on my knees
praying she makes a decision
to become strictly lesbian
as she uses and abuses me all the time
with or without an inclination
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F A L L E N-N A T U R E- I N C A R N A T E
(FNI= FALLEN NATURE INCARNATE)
I am Fallen Nature Incarnate
possibly an offspring of Cain
because I live in hordes
I am difficult to locate
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each and every day
sleight-of-hand footprints
I am from the big round tent
where poets and clowns congregate
reality is a cartoon with clever captions
reality is how-to books and self-help shows
Cro-Magnon romance
kissing voracious men
the taste of meringue
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People ask me, “What would you like ?”
they expect me to say
something about
partial penetration
or an alcoholic drink
but I have the same request
“Morphine under the tongue”
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having eaten only half of a lettuce leaf
Taylor Swift was looking her best
enter: Football Man
after small talk
he must reveal
A HORN OF PLENTY
———0———
———0———
thumbs up—–thumbs down
how many people know ?
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yoked to machine computation
my reflection, our reflection
adaptive difficulties
adaptive problems
I have heard apes laugh
at our wet suitcase
of neurons
synapses
it is easy to be awake
being aware, not so much
it is easy to be asleep
the dream screenplay
strikingly plastic
———0———
entanglements
lifelike dolls
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slow-motion poets
no ownership
debt crazy
shuffling in search of
narrative glue
trying to attach
new faces
pseudonym
hurdles
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living in skins sewn by gnomes
slow-motion poets
surveillance
tattered
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THIS IS A PAID PRESENTATION:
at the Happy Little Elves
Retirement Home
we encourage participation
at our ePEOLATRY wORKSHOP
where a complete sentence
without medication
is considered an abomination
by the residents in repentance
for ever being born a human
old-timers staving off alzheimer
but as to why … they’ve forgotten
best not to remember
that life passed them by
in a state of suspended fate
only to die all alone
encased in syllables
that have taken a lifetime
to harden into audible dribble
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paid presentation
a pie in the sky
very little compromise
with the truth
no compromise if one is honest
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perhaps, Taylor Swift was a tawdry opportunity
when asked to behave in a ladylike fashion
she wandered off
perhaps, she was Little Red Riding Hood
a tasty meal for a wolf
——————–power over yourself
is different than power over others
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after a heavy ganja session
in a display of blunt power
Snoop Dogg told Ed Sheeran
to takeaway and Just Eat™
a pre moistened piece
of T. Swizzle
Ed then said …
“Fo shizzle my nizzle!”
but being a ginger poodle
he used his finger on Taylor
and went all anal 🤞💢
as her vagina
was just too musical 🎶 🙉
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words in time
words in space
pOETRY wORKSHOP
words in time are spoken
words in space are written
the tribulations of the neighborhood
conceived in sin (emotional silence)
thick semen, birth pus
Mom rubbing one off
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minions
and bond servants
accountants counting syllables
anonymously on display
the art of the autonomous tongue
for all to see
their true colours
old glory seekers
pretending to be free and young
minions
and bond servants
where do they come from?
it would seem
to occupy a parking space
along the highway of existence
compromise
is the price of admittance
and silence
in the face of brute violence
except for a haiku or two
about flowers
and how beautiful the sunrise
minions
and bond servants
accountants counting syllables
till the tarrying time expires
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the transient things of this world
toss them away
round back of the tent
put them in the trash
RENOUNCE TEMPTATION
husbands keep your beauty
under lock and key
divinity is one avenue
fall from grace another
———0———
transient things that transform personality
hand them over, illegal or not
———0———
more reproductive antics
deviate from the norm
penetrate splendor
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oversized thighs squeezed into a cigarette
feminized raw emotional tobacco
Picasso ignited and inhaling
pinks and purples
as he touches
himself
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A Pickup Truck Named Lolita
from under the hood
I hear her engine
purring with desire
tasting of adrenaline
I have become a mere spout
a faucet for her to play with
a fire extinguisher
to spray all about
without ever a hope
of putting that fire out 🔥
day by day
that pickup truck 🛻
just gets bigger and bigger
whatever happened
to my sweet Little Lolita?
soon she’ll be hitting the street
looking for something larger
. . and stranger
like an upsized vegan hamburger
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tossing transient things away
bye-bye transient things
round back of the tent
I find myself, Michael
Michael in the trash
———0———
external genitalia
rhythmic mental
dong images
YOU LOOK
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no matter the joys and sorrows
each poem contains print
black marks on the page
estranged, ALIENATED
without ego damage
explosive creativity
Michael dialogue
—————————————————not a single female on earth or in Heaven
—————————————————the barrier no longer necessary
—————————————————the multiple selves are safe
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Mother brought practical mathematics to the supper table
males with vulgar habits were served less
males with vulgar habits were served last
the butcher, the baker, the dry goods guy
Mother had a tight vacuum
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the first time it looks like an upsized vegan hamburger
move on down the tracks, move on with no regrets
all those things that you did, you did your best
love them and leave them like a bumblebee
just leisure time in the Carnival of Nature
a poet with chocolates in his pocket
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a ring of fire
burnt into the retina
as Quasimodo
looks down
from the bell tower
of a cathedral spire
blighted by nature
yet stricken by the beauty
of a higher power
and the hopeless desire
her heart to win
the sweet Esmeralda
but all is not lost
as the maiden looks not
at his broken frame
but the man within
bequeathing him
her gracious favour
in a reckless
and relentless manner
up the cathedral spire
dreams melting
in the pocket of reality
fairy floss
and the death of a hunchback
sugar coated memories
of love and loss
for all to gloss over
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dreams melting
in the pocket of reality
———0———
self-production:
humans
images
words
———0———
a poet with chocolates
in his pocket
———————————–better equipped for survival
———————————–False Notions: images, words
———————————–self-production: MOTHERING
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self-actualization
self-expression
for who?
who is reading?
who is watching?
an existence unfolding
who are you?
a passing participle
of energy entroping
in time and space?
is truth just a feeling
lost in the expanse
of a reality fleeting?
Human consciousness
subjected to the laws
of thermodynamic
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When I’m not stealing food from starving children
I’m discarding Robert Frost books
at libraries that I visit
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Please deposit all donations
in the esoteric recycling bin ♻️
conveniently located next to
the poetry section. Thank You 😊
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tossing transient things away
round back of the tent
underwear with stains
soiled leisure time
mental/physical
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extremely impatient
a splash of seed/a puddle
what vast mischief, this masturbation
hair lines around gender distinctions
a single finger can start battle
———0———
(+) a copy replaces the original
the gaze from voyeurism
to one of supervision
all masturbation
is homosexual
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my night porter informed me
that our automobile fuel
contains testosterone
an aggressive beast
lesser vehicles
withdrawn
anxious
———0———
poetry is one thing
reading poetry
is another
discrimination against a person
based on poetry consumed
can it be justified ?
———0———
+++TOTALLY VISIBLE+++
increased masculinization
among the librarians
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Southern Florida
where people from other zones
strip down to their transparent skin
*bathing suits from magazines and commercials
should not be worn in public without prior approval
*if you require frequent injections of Thorazine
perhaps, you should avoid direct sunlight
Southern Florida
where your funds vanish at an alarming rate
———0———
———0———
if gender is important
hire an anatomy coach
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Famosa en el Barrio
during my summer break
with Fidel Castro
and some latino amigos
fleeing our liberal arts college campus
we partied at Palm Beach 🏖️ where
John Mellencamp told us that in Miami
flagulation was strictly voluntary
no matter how much
those Florida cougars insist
but not according to the head Librarian
who was busy spanking Che Guevara
all geared up on viagra and wild clams
whilst dancing naked to Cecilia Noël
at a seedy Miami motel
next summer break I’ll be heading
to Havana for a nice holiday with Frida
and Leon Trotsky
but I’ve promised Diego never to tell 🤫
of our sightseeing Nirvana
with the eyes of a singular
and a trustworthy revolutionary
the one special agents of the cold war
are still searching for
Famosa en el Barrio
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I got married young
to a Christian woman
from a good home
sweet and innocent
always she’s happy
certain never to roam
just how that happened
is a mystery to me
as I’m bad to the bone
with no daddy issues
to pursue and exploit
I must bide my time
in the twilight zone
where I deviously plot
If I get married again
It’ll be to a tattooed
pole dancing
pagan circus freak
who’s daddy issues
come with the lot
a marriage guaranteed
to last about a week
but what glorious havoc
we could furiously reap
running rampant
in a land of lost sheep 🐑
where curiosity
killed the cat
for daring to peek 😺 👀
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The Beatles
have arrived in Southern Florida
4 lads from England, mostly hair
different stages of Beatledom
sometimes far away
sometimes up close
each performance
free of that
witch
———0———
fast cars, drugs
no need to sleep
———0———
coverings lent
never returned
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this morning
big Lolita
was threatening
to shave her head
in honour
of Sinéad O’Connor
but Viking Mother
tried talking her out of it
I could only encourage her
saying that at least
her missing drapes
would finally match
her missing carpet
through tears of laughter
I could hear Ava
the Bavarian librarian
muttering that
bit by shaven bit
she’ll get what she’s after
with Big Emily ®
sitting patiently upon her lap
a treasured gift for Lolita
she got from a sleazy
Placebo Town souvenir shop
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PLACEBO TOWN (also known as Placebo Town)
corrupt criminals, crooked cops
naked grooms and brides
lesbian librarians howling
simple souls sleeping
outdoors
at no time
does the individual
merge with the collective
———0———
tourists wave
curious about
what lies ahead
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pOETRY wORKSHOP:
(+) I was asked to speak at the meeting (+)
“I was raised in the woods, south of Eden
Known for witchcraft and small folk
I was raised as an inside child
My twin was an outside spirit
Educated in the local ways
He who could only visit after dark
He who guarded his heart
guarded mine also
A clay man, moist
———0———
swallowing poisons
inhaling poisons
moving far away
THE WORLD OF HUMAN-MADE STIMULI
it was not difficult to lie, steal, maneuver”
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when I see people do drugs in movies
what planet am I living on ?
I’ve never seen such crap
plural hobo drink
aftershave
DRUGS OFFER NO PROMISE OF SALVATION
young people think Jackson Pollock
is the author of the King James Bible
JUST TRY TO READ THE BIBLE
words within words
crazy ass words
make no sense
rodeo down
a difficult
word
DISCOVER IT CANNOT BE PRONOUNCED
I go to the library high
each word has a voice
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I am well known at the library
security with their dirty looks
the librarian who mumbles
“lift up our eyes to the heavens”
———0———
needless to say
I go high as possible
my night porter beautiful
everything I am, he is first
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self-surrender
relinquishing control
openly sucking Maple trees
————sexual arousal, taste and touch
when it comes to tactual phenomena
I am front and center
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at this moment———-this world
with its tree sap, muscular Maple trunks
+( he without lascivious thoughts, please leave the room )+
secular communion in white briefs never worn
anonymous partners and youthful longings
hardcore homoerotic attractions
hammers driving nails
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and just today
in the deep woods
complicated identities
——skeletal——
prolongation of life
thunder/drums
reciprocation
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My junior high school band,
‘The Socio Paths’, was forced
to break up after our drummer,
Kevin, overdosed on heroin
and the Principal was looking
for someone, or something,
to blame. But we did reform
soon after the funeral, only
under another name. Out of
consideration for Kevin’s parents
we rejected the bass guitarist’s
suggestion of ‘The Dead Kevins’
(meant as a tribute, I’m sure).
So we become, ‘The War Paths’,
but it was never quite the same,
and to be honest, we sounded
kind of lame.
Kevin was all of fifteen and the
coolest kid in school, as he had
his own drum kit, could actually
play and keep in rhythm, despite
his chronic drug habit.
Kevin never made it to sixteen.
His fate, to be replaced by a stolen
drum machine.
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the million dollar question:
DID THE DRUM MACHINE HAVE GENDER ?
you wake up in a world where females dress and behave as males
at puberty you develop breasts and you openly display them
at some point, your penis and testicles fall off
you find yourself lodging in a female body
hungry for amusement
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True Confessions:
The bass guitarist in my junior high
school band was my older sister, Jizzlynn.
Despite being seventeen, she was still a
student there after being kept back two
years in a row. After I suggested that by
going down on the teachers they might
give her a pass my idea backfired when
the teachers, male and female, liked it so
much they decided to keep her around.
At the time of Kevin’s demise she was
his girlfriend. He was in her bed when
he choked to death on his own vomit 🤮
Jizzlynn, her headphones on 🎧
listening to Jimi Hendrix, failed to
notice. Hence her sense of guilt, and
her wanting to rename the band in
Kevin’s honour. After several heated
arguments on the subject, the keyboard
playing came up with ‘The War Paths’.
From then on we always opened with
a cover version of ‘You Can’t Always Get
What You Want’ by the Rolling Stones.
Years later, when Jizzlynn had her own
band, she went with ‘The Dead Kevin
Experience’, and later ‘The Grateful Dead
Kevins’. I really should’ve known better
than to give a drummer some heroin 💉
for Christmas 🎁
Just don’t tell anyone 🤫🕶️
Things get heated enough whenever
Jizzlynn comes around 🤬🔥
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the price that Mick Jagger
was willing to pay for 10 more minutes
when asked about his new musical release
“liberties taken, dropping turds left and right”
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I could tell you a thousand things
death weak
death strong
ghosts that answer to me
I could tell you a thousand things
more than a shadow, much more
my lack of shoes
my uncut hair
MICHAEL
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the division between urban and rural
episodes of daily life
an odd mouth feel
kissing adults
(+) answering machine lips (+)
(+) question not the source (+)
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true facts
to a soundtrack
of synthesized farts
subjected to quantum physics
simplified information
the news sanitized
easily digestible for the common man
homogenized
and standardised
so simple minds can understand
and all think the same
socialized medication
without the complication
and the manifold complexities
of data overflowing
in a universe unfolding
with dreams and visions
that can only destabilise
the collectively engineered brain
defective imperfection
cell division within the human organism
where intelligence is a mutation
and wisdom but a glib quotation
microcosmic facts
subjected to the illusions
of psychics and magicians
the nightly news
just a circus act
to a soundtrack
of orchestrated farts
to keep the worker ants amused
whilst the clowns are out on strike
with the weather girl dressed for sex
and the news presenter
as the King of Hearts
swinging his penis
like a battle axe of hard facts
to a triumphant chorus
of weaponized ballistic farts
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external genitals
no longer there
smooth and
passive
———0———
5000 sailors wait in line to pollinate
a vagina full of creeping sensations
dinosaurs, big heads, thumbs
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SIMPLE TEST
IS IT TRUE LOVE
farts that smell like a braking train
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NONWHITE IDENTITIES
highways carry the weight of the world
noncommercial theaters evaporated
confessional poetry at coffee shops
confessional poetry at truck stops
incorporated into T. Swift lyrics
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can you imagine the King of Hearts
trying to blend in with the peasantry
a heavy lifting battle axe
altered clothing
locking buttons
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Tell me about it 😎
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THE HONEYMOON HOTEL : PLACEBO TOWN : SOUTH FLORIDA
marriage: hate the person you wed, envy another man’s wife
love and hate her genitals, find it difficult to bond
———offending behavior :
hate, vengeance,
indignation
———romance :
she has a pet
step in shit
———0———
———0———
highway signs posted :
IMMEDIATE AND SHORT-LIVED SENSUOUS PLEASURE
————————NEXT EXIT———————–
———0———
———0———
indirectly flee the wrong
avoid a greater evil
SUBMIT to a lesser
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if one wanted to anger Johnny Cash
all one had to do
suggest
“submit to a lesser evil”
———0———
THE DARK TOWER OF SEX
compelled by external causes
what seems best, the new norm
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it is easy to anger people in general
———0———
when I got to storybook Heaven
the guardhouse was empty
a small sign was posted:
SUBMIT TO A LESSER EVIL
———0———
it is easy to anger people in general
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True Confessions:
Jizzlynn, my older sister, had a long
history of getting her girl friends to
sexually abuse me. Yet, being a friendly
happy-go-lucky teenager, I didn’t take it
personally. But then, when I saw the
opportunity, I decided to no longer take
it lying down, so to speak. It was obvious
that Jizzlynn had fallen madly in love
with Kevin. As Christmas approached,
I carefully considered what gift I could
give Kevin that would keep on giving 💔
A gram of pure heroin, cut only with a
pinch of Diphenylchloroarsine 🤔🕶️
It seemed a fitting gift as Kevin was right
into that biochemical sludge slam 🎶
In the meantime, I’d found this drum
machine on a shelf at Guitar Center. The
perfectly timed present for myself, after
a swift shoplift … being Christmas 🎄 😎
A win-win situation for the band as that
machine kept better time than Kevin 🥁
and Jizzlynn started turning up for band
practice . . . crying, but not so stoned 🥴
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cowboys had this rule
you see the cards
you play the cards
she dropped
her shorts
skin tags
warts
I was carried outside
death eased the pain
( a subtle shift of attention )
her ongoing wrestle with disease
my demise
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