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 
outside near the children’s swing
almost dead Bowie on the ground
a baby bird injured, infant Blackstar
meshing gears on the highway
alleged crimes on wheels
enormous Elvis shadows
the astronaut musician
if not too late, perhaps
an autograph
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the doctor told Bowie
that he would collapse
into a less complex form
that he would slide back
to a state of nonbeing
past primitive
past instinctual
at first frenzied
then Jell-O
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in the dark
Bowie could read
from the cancer glow
(+) fevered dreams of decay (+)
known recesses
unknown recesses
rude smells galore
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the vultures
of Placebo Town
are hanging around
for the next SpaceX
scheduled disassembly
as there’s always plenty
of heavenly body
superstar pieces
littering the ground
with every explosion 💥
the next batch of sacrificial
diamond dogs 🐶
superficial gods and goddesses
hungry for a bone 🦴
are handed a golden microphone
at the Disneyland Temple
as Elon Musk insists
on attending every audition
with pants down 👖
and starship in hand 🚀
a deed guaranteed
to transcend his seed
into a multiplanetary species
only to be blown
into superstar pieces 💥 ✨
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QUESTION OF THE DAY:
who paid for the vampiric goatsuckers
visible in the Bowie Blackstar video ?
PLACEBO ZONE, a realm where logic
and common sense no longer operate
POETRY continues to define
the perimeters of permissiveness
truck drivers
struggle with
poetry purification
swimsuits in the showers
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spirit and soul
manacled to skin
the flesh within
made for Eden
yet now fed
upon the produce
of an accursed earth
since we lost the blessing
in that Garden of Eden
from the moment of birth
death is in the making
trapped in a broken system
of punishment and rewards
with just a fleeting chance
to glance heavenwards
and remember
all that’s been forgotten
since we lost the blessing
in that Garden of Eden
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every day as the workers
pass the bird cage
cruel thoughts
surface
bare trees
failing crops
Blackstar
ready to hover
the Adam and Eve crowd
full of suspicion and mistrust
the Adam and Eve crowd shuttered
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small naked children
standing near the road
begging for pocket coins
employ a poet
to carve away
inessential
details
( the head doctor searches for something hidden )
(+) shade-tolerant incest
(+) sins of the father spread through tendrils and runners
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countless fingers
pointing in every direction
SEX:
+ drilling down
+ climbing out
(+) strangers on either side of the wet spot (+)
(+) “I pay the wife extra to keep her eyes closed” (+)
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Big Lolita
sat back watching
Ava doing the hoochie
with her coochie
(always a handful)
as Dizzee Rascal
got out his stash
from under the floorboards
at pOETRY wORKSHOP
I told them all to stop
before they give themselves
a nasty rash
(with any luck 😎)
but then
Dizzee gave me a taste
so I thought to myself
what the … rap! 🤔🕶️💭
as the music
they play ▶️
at pOETRY wORKSHOP
isn’t exactly … crap💩
but very close to it ⬆️
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Ava and Viking Mother
keep on tempting me
to go down with them
to Funky Town
but they well know
that when they invite
Big Emily ™ to come
and put on a show
late into the night
it’s all just a placebo
with no bell to ring
just to wring the blow
with something that’s tight
but those voracious two
always leave me feeling
like a depleted ho
covered in sweat and regret
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the wife kissing the guy at the bank
like she was from romantic France
trapped in a broken system
of punishment and reward
the wife with her button
me with my dong
asked the wife about masturbation
20 minutes yakking, fatigue, boredom
her sexual alphabet lost in negotiations
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stare into the eyes of the person that you’re pounding
bottomless thoughts/could have done so much better
the telephone of orgasm—when will it ring ?
Don’t touch me
Don’t touch me
Don’t touch me
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HONESTLY
being touched
internally
with love’s honesty
reflecting the divine
the primal redeemed
in prime time
reflexing the biology
all covered by grace
the fulfillment
of a hungry space
where pure pleasure
like buried treasure
is so hard to find
the state of the heart
transformed
into a work of art
“Art has to do with our limitations,
our frailties, and our faults as human
beings. It’s the distance we can travel
away from our own frailties. That’s
what is so awesome about art: that
we deeply flawed creatures can
sometimes do extraordinary things.”
~ Nick Cave
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deeply flawed creatures never have the opportunity to do extraordinary things
deeply flawed creatures lack the ability to do extraordinary things
lower your standards and there no extraordinary things
lower your standards and there are no flawed creatures
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the flaw is not the limit
no Tyler the Creator
without a cleaner
to clean up the mess
after the concert
but then …
that’s just my observation
creation is genetic
making a mess
only human
the pathetic
the humble
and the meek
all undressed
in an endless search
for a bulletproof fig leaf
that glitters brightly
in the darkness
and is impervious
to the splatter of guilty sex
in the loneliness
of the long goodnight
but then …
that’s just my observation
the arrogant
the graceless
and the pathologically restless
left stacking the shelves
of a spiritual mess
within and without
clueless
and bereft of life
with no garbage collector
to take the garbage out
a truckload of naked desolation
broken in spirit
but then …
that’s just my observation
the flaw is not the limitation
the linoleum floor is not the limit
creation is infinite
always grasping for more
is the human contagion
a psychotic decoration
part and parcel
of the whole equation
but then …
that’s just my observation
amongst the congregation
of the Forsaken Laundromat
with their dirty washing all piled up
out the front like modern art
a senseless celebration
of the terminally tasteless
the pounding anvil
of a fallen angel
could never be
totally responsible
but then …
that’s just my opinion
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the everyday ordinary
became extraordinary
in a puff of smoke
within a cloud of peyote
as Chief Running Water
took me by the hand
and led me to the river
as talking heads
and rolling stones
shook the land
like a psycho killer
drowning Brian Jones
for fucking around
with an Indian sitar
how was he to know
that Ravi Shankar
was a personal friend
of Chief Running Water?
karma has come full circle
as Norah Jones is forever
whispering in my ear
… “Come away with me.”
I try my best to ignore her
as it must be the peyote
and thank the strobing stars
that Brian wasn’t her daddy
(it was actually Ravi)
next time I’ll know better
and stick with the ayahuasca
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cunnilingus
a word never spoken at the Truck Stop
comprehensibility of criminal behavior
an engaging fantasy
toward a predictable end
nudging at the Honeymoon Hotel
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the four legged beast
immunity under the covers
of a writhing thrusting feast
taken head long to the river
of a writhing event horizon
a maelstrom about to release
from the perimeter to the centre
upon the lips of inner peace
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my wife like a bag of potatoes
easily tossed about
the guy
at the bank
skilled, took her
right there and then
POKED HER THROUGH AN EYELET
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the wild beast 😸
that lurks inside my wife
is more than a match
for a mild mannered me
she’s forever demanding
a deep touch 🍑👈
when I’m trying to sleep 😎💤
God help me‼️🙏😇🕶️
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the pounding anvil
of a fallen angel
Honeymoon Hotel
yes, the sound of a pounding anvil
images of intercourse linger
where the penis is a word inside a word
where the penis speaks but isn’t heard
the outside world shall vanish away
the wife shall wax old, her corpse revived
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“The penis mightier than the sword.”
~ Edward Bulwer-Lytton
“The penis of one man is a sock puppet.
The penises of millions is a statistic.”
~ Josef Stalin
“I have a dream. A million penis march is
coming to town, and I’m the Washington
Monument.”
~ Emily Dickinson
“Big Lolita only wants me for my penis,
my drugs, and my money. Luckily I’ve
got plenty of all three.”
~ Boastful Sugar Daddy
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no secret, I’m on the Death Syrup
all this stupid measuring
and watching the clock
“Give me the bottle
I’ll drink it dry”
——–
——–
squeezed from mops
slaughterhouses
cattle/hogs
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I woke up on the journey
cold and stiff, I was paralyzed
they touched the Death Syrup
to my Michael lips
the written word
the spoken word
—nonhuman—
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the curse of the evil eye
visiting for the holiday
excruciating
the world without color
Placebo Town where rules
are suspended, forgotten
religious boys determined
often dismantled
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I knew it was time
to escape Placebo Town
when the slogan
“In God We Trust”
on the vehicle license plates
was replaced
with “Paradise Lost”
as icicles formed
on the frozen heart
of that “Sunshine State”
“The mind is its own place, and
in itself can make a heaven of hell,
a hell of heaven.”
~ John Milton
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“The mind is not a dog
or the body a dog house.”
~Robert Frost
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“Woof!”
the denizens
of Placebo Town
all have electronic collars
patched in to their mobile phones
as it’s much safer
to travel in a pack
than roam cyberspace all alone
diamond dogs
with Black Friday rabies
the privilege of membership
is an all consuming delusion
of placebo entitlement
including a free ticket
to the Psychic Wellness Expo
not to mention having
a ringtone that goes . . .
“Woof!”
from early in the morning
till late into the night
but for many
the only audible proof
of their relativity
whilst living out of mind
and out of sight
“Woof!”
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on the lips of the blind
taste
not curiosity
hunger
she knew your dong was swollen
she could smell the colors
would you make a promise ?
intimacy in exchange for room and board
oral without escape, full swallow with a smile
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putting a smile
on a vaginaphile
after the trauma
of phallophobia
the first bite is
ever the deepest
yet the memory
upon the wet
glistening lips
of cunnilingus
kinda lingers
when done with
gobsmacking style
putting a smile
on a vaginaphile
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cunnilingus:
the breath that comes from a living body
to embrace it, arm wrestle it
force it down, make it dirty
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naked words on a page
cover themselves
with shared
hands
LISTENING FOR PERMISSION
young punctuation
(right before you blow out the birthday candles)
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another form of punctuation
silent valentines
wrung-out
by hand
————-
————-
deeper into a dark opening
deeper into a dirty hole
soil from another
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they check your banana
not knowing how to behave
nude, sometimes more than naked
——————–grade school
they teach you not to look
you start showering
in your underpants
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at the Honeymoon Hotel
she said, “take a long look at my lower genital area
this is the one time you will ever see it up close
over time it will tarnish and warp
but the form will remain.”
as it is now and ever shall be
the gift of Eve
”
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sometimes special people are produced from common stock
the labors of love, I’ve seen Him who watches us
like a boot too small, He slips into his skin
He knows how to speak
bed chamber chatter
the bride lowered
her sex organ
red, swollen
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from the green corners
I journey to Switzerland
to be corrected
by a delegate
a machine that somersaults my insides
that safely reduces my lower nature
morning circle prayers
free of vile tongue
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May you be . . .
“strengthened with all power,
according to his glorious might,
for all endurance and patience
with joy, giving thanks to the
Father, who has qualified you
to share in the inheritance of
the saints in light.”
~ Paul of Tarsus
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the clouds heavy and angry
skin touching skin
above superstition
but never above questioning
I often find myself hungry on flights
fusing seascape and landscape
chalky green corners
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rising from a bed
of cotton candy clouds
sprawling over
an endless horizon
islands of sand
edged in white lace
embraced
by a rippling ocean
disappearing under
a silver shroud
bathed in the light
of a tartrazine sun
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one Michael obscuring another
holding hands with a stranger
private man/social man
Washington
Monument
Erections
helicopters circle late into the night
spotlights searching for the stream
where Tennesse Williams stands
lovers with their sophistication
squeezing off in private
action heroes taking
XXX precedence
————–
————–
+(+)+ years of birthday candles
wishing for an attractive face
hungry to swallow
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many men have one wet leg
but Tennesse Williams
up to his navel
drama becomes narrative
Bowie making a buck
off death
KEEP YOUR ELECTRIC EYE ON ME, BABE
interpretations of Blackstar
lovers hesitate to do
what animals do
in public
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the truth in battle with itself
strip-tease Michael
artifacts outworn
STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
extramarital candles
on birthday cakes
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every ticket is a dedication to evil
the number of demons
it takes to support
a large jet
REALITY IS NOT LIMITED TO WHAT WE KNOW
suitcases of multiple meanings
the surface of reality
at the theatre
the left side of seating
people with a passion to “feel”
the group on the right side
a need to “know”
———0———
———0———
SELF-AWARENESS::::::TO SEE AND REPORT
box-office Bowie/Blackstar
deficiencies for dollars
(+) exit the world
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observations whilst seated
in business class
all is vanity
when needs are satisfied fully
and attention is then given to lust
my old school motto
WHAT WE KNOW IS NOT LIMITED
BY REALITY
blind arrogance is a necessity
in Placebo Town
where you are taught to trust
your feelings
as meanings come
and meanings go
whilst religiously following
the Passion of the Crutch
and that youth is everything
as the old have had their time
and think too much
with the wisdom of Solomon
ever just out of reach
all is vanity
in the mouth of a naked lunch
in the hotel bedroom of my mind
there’s a seventeen year old girl
glass of champagne in her hand
dancing to Eric Clapton’s
version of Cocaine
as the mirror
on the ceiling explodes
glass and sweat
falling like rain
business class always
sends me to sleep
through clouded dreams
with Linda’s hand on my lap
covered up with a panama hat
so the air hostess
doesn’t get a peek
at my engorged affection
back in economy class
Lolita and Ava
are causing a commotion
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no smoking 2 weeks before departure
the night porter with lemon scented solvent
climbed up a tree, feeling squirrely
told if I fall, there’s no place to land
———0———
———0———
just a commodity in a metal tin
unlike other commodities
I had a smile on my face
each one different
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Placebo Town
Four directions to Hades
———0———
Michael deploys words
scattered impressions
Michael has chosen memory
MEMORY RATHER THAN ACTION/CRISIS
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before I entered the machine
others were displaying
the dirty sides
of their
rag
“to be 8 feet tall and afraid”
conditioned with drugs to override fear
I was warm with psychosexual romanticism
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the medicine man asked me what was on my mind
“Tennesse Williams standing in a brook at night
with a helicopter flying overhead. A powerful searchlight
focused on him. Local wildlife frightened.”
then he asked why I was concerned with that thought
“Because Tennesse was never given the opportunity
to play like a child. He was forced to constantly
push adulthood up a cat’s bottom.”
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I saw him circle the words, PUSH ADULTHOOD UP A CAT’S BOTTOM
He was thinking, “What a great title for a book”
———————————-
Forced to live in a world
where apes reek
of self-justification
WHERE APES REEK OF SELF-JUSTIFICATION
shameful memories
the cold heart
is not frozen
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valentines colored with shame
rhetorical promises
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Bowie/ Blackstar
recognition, please
analytic inspection, please
musicians/ dehumanized laborers
pointless litigation for humane exit
no budget for quality eyes
metal pee hole peepers
Occult scarecrows
stuffed with straw
masqueraded
concern for
Jesus
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they don’t play games here
you want real drugs
they supply you
I’m so high
CAN’T SLEEP, NERVOUS FOR TENNESSE WILLIAMS
I ain’t got nothing but love eight days a week
the clouds are Puritan, Tennesse need not apply
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the horse-whipping of Tennesse Williams
just to promote the release of Blackstar
Bowie, himself a false coin
his cancer more curious
than gratifying
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just before takeoff the air marshal
escorted Viking Mother from the plane
in handcuffs after I told him
her vagina was a deadly weapon
and that she had a kilo of pure
Columbian cocaine stashed up there
by the time they’d found she only
had a hip flask of Green Fairy absinth
we were safely up in the air
heading to Pseudo Adventure Land
as airport security were handing
Viking Mother over
to U.S. Customs and Border Protection
strapped to a gurney
with a hockey goalie mask
covering her face
as she’d castrated several officers
just with her teeth
I take no blame for the entire situation
I had warned her nicely
not to pack that Green Fairy absinth
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the last time I looked
Tennesse was still standing
soon, he will be led away to his death
all the rotten bastards will slay him
never a downfall for a villain
Bowie with his Blackstar
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A New Experience
dreams within a vision
Paul McCartney at the piano
singing ‘Let It Be’
to break free of one’s self
from the accumulated infection
of living under a curse
in an explosion of pus
and then the green mercury
of a tattoo bleeding
oozing forth
from bitter roots broken
by a spoken blessing
with words of wisdom
in a breath of glory
A New Experience
creation at the keyboard
Let it bleed 🩸
and then … Let it be
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Michael and his multiple threads of plot
spectators, a world of eyeballs
measuring every little thing
constant recognition
Mister Frankenstein
——————————–run and hide
before they place your name next to mine
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Frankenstein.
a mystery man
of many parts
like a bolt out of the blew
right through the neck
after being kissed
by a witch in the dark
a monster just waiting
to make you his bitch
down in primal park
the entertainment precinct
of Placebo Town
where the Blackstar comes out
just after sunset
and shines darkly
over Palestine
so hold your breath
and go ride the ghost train
in the dead centre
of Pseudo Adventure Land
a thrill ride
you will never forget
till the end of time
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Pseudo Adventure Land
adulthood is pushed up a cat’s bottom daily
Blackstar is where children and old women are murdered
new blood—old blood on television in another language
(+) under sentence of death
(+) religion materialized
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tell the ragman
not to slow
not to stop
nobody at this address
murdering women and children
words, word-groups and sequence
going to put up another parking lot
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Dylan knows the ragman
is actually satan
hidden with stolen things
under the Dome of the Rock
he told me secretly
on a night flight to Jerusalem
as I promised not to talk
about them broken circles
drawn up and down the block
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the bad apple is attached to my residue
I am told to remain silent
diary entries censored
thoughts travelling
grammarless
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Lolita asked me
where does “rizz” come from
and how does one get some
the question left me puzzling
so I showed her
and showered her with come
put it down to a misunderstanding
life with Lolita is an education
sharing a laugh
and inventing a new word
. . . “rizzcum”
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porous Michael
soaked in
machine
light
small figures from cave paintings
herding my thoughts
like baffled goats
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I use to hit the hammer ⚒️
with the axeman 🎸of Mondo Rock 🪨
once safely in the arms of oblivion 😵💫
he’d tell me tales of being on the road
and touring with Ross Wilson
the frontman for Daddy Cool
who he referred to as Ross the Boss
in awe and with great affection
a true Placebo Town living legend
I always found his sound 🎶👂
like chewing retro bubble gum
but then … what would I know 🤔🕶️
kids just wanna have fun ♂️💦♀️
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in Placebo Town
where the holy dollar
is sacrosanct
the state religion
gives big questions
small change
to the satisfaction
of most inhabitants
as small answers
don’t cost much
in Placebo Town
the bottom line
is a hole in the ground
where the holy relics
are all kept
at the end of a rope
thirty pieces of silver
and the bones
of Judas Iscariot
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I tried to describe Placebo Town:
coastal town on the putrid Styx
directly across from Hades
some tourists go directly to hell
others stumble around Placebo Town
jazz and Robert Frost, truck stop poetry
virgins marry and find intercourse troublesome
The Honeymoon Hotel offers marital support
Stairway to Heaven on endless loop
lesbians can be located
at the local library
Kharon,
#1 ferryman
his genitals locked
in a disciplinary cage
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the highlight of any visit
to Pseudo Fantasy Land
is the Hall of Mirrors . . .
“The Largest in the Multiverse!
Fun for all 👁️❓👁️
looking for a true reflection.”
many have entered
and never been seen again
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“The whole business of life and death
it rubs me the wrong way”
~Kharon
—————————————-
—————————————-
month to month
mouth to mouth
with scarce any variation
high school friends religion wet
“malt before Milton”
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I always keep
a silver dollar
in the lining of my jacket
for the ferryman
and a C-note
neatly folded in my boot
there to pay off the police
in a game
of sleight of hand
as nothing keeps the heat
off your back
than a discreet Benjamin
(I have no explanation
but I was constantly
having to replace it
as the hole in my shoe
was letting in heroin)
I’m not saying
the ferryman is cheap
as the River Styx
is no place to be a skinflint
but Kharon
has never been known
to do a George Floyd
by using a choke hold
(Jimi Hendrix being
the rare exception)
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“My cannon has fired many times
not without cost”
~Kharon
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sex-mania
the hunger beyond control
Mister Penis, he bend not break
encyclopedic penetration
volumes of bright blue
backsides
the girls taking a sip of water
the guys after a rough tumble
at best, a precarious understanding
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life appears beyond reach
endless exits, guilt ridden paths
painful consequences, oral weariness
she said, “while you’re down there, empty the egg basket”
———–the use of private observation———–
LIMITS:
shoplifted words
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Americans forced to celebrate genocide
kill a young person, kill everyone with a face
monster world disassembled, rubble, total loss
soldiers making downpayments on future condos
with blankness and bafflement, Christians look away
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gun in hand
Placebo dreaming
Benito Mussolini making
the Roman Empire great again
Hitler making Germany great again
Israel building a temple on sinking sand
Islam making the Ottoman Empire great again
Trumpaleon making America great again
back to a time when the Lone Ranger
and John Wayne rode the land
from the Alamo to Vietnam
Placebo dreaming
gun in hand
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David Bowie, “Look up here, I’m in heaven.”
unfortunately,
having lived like a king
he now appears nightly
at a Ramada Inn in Placebo
most often requested melody
“Stairway to Heaven”
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this morning I heard strangers say something about Michael
“He carries and shapes his unconscious”
strong coffee and ruthless passion
Michael on the auto-erotic train
underdeveloped, infantile
daily determinants
knots in the rope
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all the words and images
substitutes
for substitutes
a beautiful world
100% unacceptable
(+) artist/poet: attempted concealment
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