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 
Americans wearing the concrete boots of poverty
fat mosquitoes finding it difficult to fly
Gertrude Stein Dollar Store wings
(bourgeois privilege)
padded bras with pillows
tiny nipples too small to suckle
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THE NEW YEAR
continually in the process of becoming
the term ROMANCE, manual dexterity
———–(subordinate)———–
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I wake up in the arms of Adam
happy to subordinate
juxtapose
in ever-changing ways
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Lars von Trier
nasty with an ear of Hopi corn
whimsical chimney sweep
(+) disharmonious (+)
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scorched
space socks
I saw myself
a leafless tree
in an empty forest
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why do you offer me such a small swallow
when a real man can drink the next bottle
and walk away
it may be difficult for me to stand
fancy feet are machine made
(+) the next bottle begs to touch my lips
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the final diagnosis
a terminal case
of Long Christmas
the New Year
only made things worse
I’m hoping to recover
whilst fully expecting
to be dead by Easter
Lolita has kindly asked
to write my obituary
and if she can have the house
what would I do without her?
probably have lived a lot longer
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the geography of myself:
a heart of stone
a 1000 spoons
a human map
napkin free
the geography of myself:
a large number of birds set on fire
and thrown into the air, young Michael
taken from his crib and tossed into darkness
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she said that she was full of EXPLETIVES
her car seat confirmed that as fact
————————————————R. Frost: “She was a dusty moth about the lamps”
a body built for acceleration
reptilian and in season
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simple occurrences
she was out all night
semen running down
one leg pink, one pearl
(+) cohesion between the legs (+)
descriptions of reality
succeed in making
it seem strange
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I’ve been infected by an STD
the Succubus of Teenage Death
was it Rock ‘n’ Roll suicide?
At least friends and family
can proudly say
I gave it my best shot
but for now there’s only
a pulsating throbbing void
where my genitalia should be
(when I told Lolita I had a bad
case of Long Christmas, she thought
I was offering her a present 💝
how was I to know she’s a carrier
of hypercoital scrotumotosis
the rest wasn’t my fault, so help me✋)
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a conundrum old as time
when Adam was young
locked and loaded like a gun
Eve was it … with her bit ♀️
the one and only
with whom Adam could do it
according to the Bible
(not counting the animals😻)
so should men now be
naturally monogamous
or was there no need
in the beginning
to hardwire fidelity
into the brain of man ♂️❓
as there was no other choice
in the Garden of Eden
an oversight that might
save mankind the trouble
of having to explain 🤔🕶️
the inexplicable unexplainable
by my observations 👁️♀️👁️
the female brain 🧠
created under the same conditions
is just as susceptible 💋🍏👅
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life-weary insights of an old man
reality pulls one off the tit
way to soon
mother
with her rocky crags
and thin-skinned bones
a meaningless existence
———0———
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I am a river
unto my people
but lately things have got
decidedly ridiculous
whilst slipping out
of her Vera Wang dress
my tax accountant advised me
whether widow or orphan
to give up the casual sex
as it gets hard for her
to get a deduction for it
from the IRS
but if I must …
to keep it
strictly business
and on a more formal basis
as a coincidence
the man behind
a smiley face mask
Lolita’s gynaecologist
has told her
to give it a rest
which left her gobsmacked
but he knew it wouldn’t last
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simple words to say
“I fondled her clitoris”
it just seems Caucasian
language is inadequate
pOETRY wORKSHOP
the irrational is acceptable
only if it happens rationally
unfiltered, free of being human
Michael before and after the grave
on my way from Beersheba to Haran
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regulated by shame
somewhere Mother
says, “Come Home”
monstrous thing
the clitoris
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the accumulated weight of life
just a big shit pile of puritanism
boys behind locked doors
out of sight
with penis
in hand
(+) open mouth, bleating of a lamb (+)
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a slow journey
away from family
faces, voices, whims
sexual nonidentity
—————————
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my favorite lesbian librarian
with a clitoris the size of a tree
something more than mysterious
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the connection
between
the bleating lamb
and Mother’s giant clitoris
parental sex over the years
Hustler magazine orgasms
(masturbating with Father sounding like a steam engine)
(masturbating with a background sound of parental in-and-out)
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no-where-to-hide
the separation of imagination and intellectual capacity
common thoughts stuffed into unpleasant dreams
you help your wife change her pad
and you walk away broken
envies beyond count
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KISSING MEN:
Pat Sajak
Alex Trebek
too late in life really
for male-male friendship
straight men know the tune
urinate, standing ever so close
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Rancheros Rectum
a male finger in your bottom
opalescent jelly slick and wet
feeling the limits of your skin
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Carnivàle Del Carnale
I am a river
unto my people
but after
a long hot summer
the reservoir
is running dry
that succubus
in a short dress
with a steaming fissure
that goes on forever
has taken my very best
blow by blow
across a moist ravine
of flowing lava
and the breadth
of her most generous breast
as flesh and bone
are put to the test
my strength now depleted
and my soul turned to stone
by a succubus who has nearly
sucked me to death
immortalized and mummified
on her mobile phone 🖤🤳
yet my will is strong 💪😎
and overheated
in the depths
of a testosterone zone
strung out on the scent
of pheromones swimming
in an ocean of estrogen
so right or wrong
it won’t be long
till I hear her moaning
meanwhile
I’ll just take my time
and have a nice rest 😴 🕶️
at home … sweet home 🏠
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In Prison
You Finger Yourself
You Finger Your Turds
Before They Exit And Fall
I often told the ward nurse
“compromised serotonergic functioning”
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poetry for those who are dry and brittle
afraid of life and sparks thrown off cigarettes
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open the lid
the coast seems clear
enough drug intake to impair judgment
(+) Death comes wearing white gloves
death: pent enthusiasm
you realize that your warmth has faded away
dry and brittle
the wind has become your enemy
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The Derisions Of Lolita
another day running dry
on the streets of passion
yet another driving lesson
Lolita in her short skirt
steering the wheel
of my obsession
me in the passenger seat
free to admire her tits
jiggling without a bra
for added suspension
whilst fiddling
with the radio dial
tuning into that station
playing the greatest hits
of a dying generation
the very next song
to come along . . .
“I’m just asshole who’s
intentions are good.
Oh Lord, please don’t let
me be misunderstood.”
was I hearing it right
or was I getting it wrong?
It just couldn’t be true!
Lolita was smiling
and grooving along
saying . . . “This song
could be all about you.”
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not quite sure of what to do next
the swirl around/the swirl of life
cannot be touched
unplayable Michael
unmoored Michael
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Michael, dry and brittle
driftwood in a fancy gift shop
fellow poets rambling in alien tongues
impossible to ignore their petrified eyes
———0———
———0———
PETRIFIED EYES ARE MORE BULLETS IN THE CYLINDER
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pOETRY wORKSHOP:
women
who rend their clothes
and lay violent hands upon themselves
before libraries
lesbians with perturbed minds
in need of therapeutic ass kneading
WORDS IMAGINARILY SPOKEN
mental rattle over science
the great enemy of poetry
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Since Viking Mother
has been away
enjoying her stay
at Guantanamo Bay
(At the taxpayer’s
expense no less!)
I’ve taken over the task
of instructing Lolita
in the art of sexual politics
she has all the right assets
for a long term deposit
to secure financial success
on the futures market
It’s all about the manipulation
of her generous ergonomics
and the science of human lust
(nothing poetic about it)
it usually needs to be taught
one way or another
(but thankfully Lolita does
have that predatory instinct)
lessons sadly neglected
by Viking Mother
It’s no wonder she went bust
(I do regret planting that diary
with Joe Biden’s top secret travel
itinerary, along with a copy of the
Quoran and a kilo of Columbian
cocaine, in her backpack at JFK
airport. It was rather mean of me,
but I’d probably do it again 🤔🕶️)
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cryptic verse
children from your school days
holding hands in a circle
around your fresh grave
no one informed them
about the impassable
barrier
THE IMPASSABLE BARRIER BETWEEN THE LIVING AND THE DEAD
no direct information or clear evidence
(+) Death is happy
(+) God supplies Death with supreme nourishment
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Mick Jagger
with his valentine
of imminent death
face-to-face encounter
turns out Death has no face
Mick Jagger pain
Mick Jagger blood
Rooster Boy stumbling
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up, down, sideways
weathervane in a storm
awareness dulled with age
the mouse in Jagger’s chest
gnawing away
————
————
only nibbles away from bye-bye
will Rooster Boy yield his identity ?
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outside the Holy Waters of Genesis
Mick Jagger inflated
sadly, not Noah
rock and roll
necrophiliac
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brain dead thugs embrace their exit with pleasure
anticipating a glorious ascension into Heaven
quivering head over heel
demon birds prying
at what point
the eyelids
open ?
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DNA dissolving
in a rush of pure heroin
art becoming counterfeit
as death imitates the living
through the eye of extinction
tattoos lose their thoughts
grasping for meaning
in the year of the mutation
as death imitates the living
adrift upon a sea of acid
with the shoreline rising
there’s a thief in the night
cutting the future’s throat
the past never stops bleeding
as death imitates the living
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poets escape their skin
glow in the dark
YACKETYACKING
poets escape injured lovers
truckloads of undigested love
suffering the need to erase
memories and anecdotes
skinned knees, valentines
FRIENDS THAT BECAME PETS
(+) display your genitals
a platonic conversation at best
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a thousand girlfriends from the past
at the age of 13, you deflowered with craft
now they haunt you, emails and door knocks
they say things about your Willy and giftbag
EXTENSIONS and COMPREHENSIONS
(+) selfhood, a sort of cobweb
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separated at birth
the need to be reunited
Mother has walked away
———–the older whores are on the ground
where all the ladders start
(+) single thought reality
(+) prayer and contemplation: clear not colored
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poets
he and she
who reside
uncommitted
circus animals
often in the shade
of human sensibility
“Mommy, what about me ?”
—————————————–
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Russian tourists partying in the muck of North Korea
at one time, a loving heart, a proud conscious mind
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the call to karaoke
echoes out from the walls
of Poetry Workshop
with the lyrics
of artificial intelligence
squirting pseudo bliss
over the receptive recesses
of reciprocal ignorance
or just simply lip sync
along with all the rest
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Russia
and North Korea
engage in oral sex
as China
dressed up
in a panda suit
watches over
with obvious pleasure
in anticipation
of what’s to come next
Taiwan
bent over the precipice
of a perilous erection
embraced
for a serve of the worst
Beef Chow Mein
from a can
to the frying pan
enter the dragon
with a reptilian penis
about to burst
as Russia
and North Korea
engage in a game
of anal sex
where Vladimir
puts it in
and always comes first
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everyone has relatives lodged under the ladders to Heaven
the dead beneath the living, arms, legs, internal colors
mounds of refuse, satellites and space junk
I acknowledge that romantic dreams
are just turds spraypainted
candy apple red
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Noah was just rag and bone
but God inflated him
into the Ark
modified
into a shapeless mass
swallowing contradictory
swallowing slither and harm
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it’s a throw down
in Placebo Town
between those chosen
to carry the Ark of Burden
through a gauntlet of fire
past bolts of lightning
and the seething multitude
brandishing the counterfeit
birth certificate of a false profit
descending like grains of sand
from the loins of a handmaiden
engaged for an act
of in-service prostitution
it’s a throw down
in Placebo Town
to settle for all time
who’s legitimate
and who’s not
as if Abraham could give a damn
but … that’s just my thought 🤔🕶️
on the vexed subject
of a Placebo Town stalemate
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LIGHT TOO HEAVY TO FLOAT
light too heavy to float
the wife saw the photograph
without question, squirting sperm cells
(+) notify R. Frost that the Bearded Oak is dropping leaves
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some chicken has given me the pox
of neither the big nor the small variety
just enough to give me the shingles
in all the wrong places 😢🕶️
having been misdiagnosed by no less
than two doctors of mass incompetence
losing the chance to take the remedy
efficiently and effectively
I suspect it was Lolita
who so generously gave it to me
at least I needn’t worry about Linda
she has the combined immune system
of the Justice League on penicillin
Perhaps if I asked her nicely she’d give
me a Kryptonian blood transfusion?
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the wife occupied
with dreaming
(pessimistically)
the marriage bed
frayed on one side
interior famine
crazed for the feast
that shall never arrive
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my bountiful wife
the Queen of the Harvest
is a receptacle of optimism
with her glass half full
as I try my best
to take her to the edge
with a Super Hero orgasm
for I long to witness
a woman taken by the wind
under my command
in the throes of primal passion
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(undeserved suffering)
misdeeds
unconscious misdeeds
PUNISHMENT: misdeeds from a previous existence
the frock of persecution
practitioners
———0———
(+) (+) The Beatles are no longer The Beatles. The boys have lost their voices. They sound like ravens (+) (+)
———0———
“I am enduring all that noise, coveting nothing”
a ton of recorded stuff and my Beatle boots to the curb
George and John have been made aware but could care less
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“How do you sleep at night (Paul McCartney)?”
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I’m shuffling around
up a down Placebo Town
like a veteran from the Vietnam war
who sat on a landmine
I’m staggering around
like a two bit whore
who got a backdoor delivery
she wasn’t expecting
when I start to explain
that I’ve got the shingle
to my friends on the hussle
they just smile and try not to giggle
even the head librarian
made the comment …
“I hope you got their number plate?”
with that sly look on her face
I knew exactly what she meant
she couldn’t help but follow it up
“Just let me know the next time
you want to experiment!”
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the Circle
instructors so old they pass away
standing at the chalkboard
tiles fall from the ceiling
clouds pass by overhead
the janitor jerks-off in his mop closet
Jagger singing about Daddy being a fool to cry
———0———
students and instructors are passively forced to agree:
“GUILT CANNOT ACCRUE BY VIRTUE OF ONE’S SIMPLE EXISTENCE”
far from the truth, an ugly horseface lie
guilt has no rules, guilt obeys no rules
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Guilt is a package left at your door step
by a FedEx courier in a gorilla suit🚪🎁🦍
I was handed a delivery box full of it
back when guilt was painted black
nowadays people hang it from the
rooftop like Christmas decorations
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adolescent keys to adult locks
self-directed sensitivity
the wife with her panic
the challenge of sex
supreme burden
or hoax
the wife laughing with a neighbor woman
“that idiot with his sexual infantilism
I can hear his penis in the dark
crying out in Yiddish”
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I found out the hard way
the Head Librarian’s
idea of experimentation
was me as the masochistic submissive
dressed up in a Taylor Swift
sparkling Versace bodysuit
and her playing the sadistic dominatrix
dressed as a Kansas City Chief
I just hope I didn’t infect her tight end
with the chicken pox 🐔
thus paying the price for touching
what Taylor keeps hidden
underneath her sparkling body suit
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poetry distilled from teenage angst
I know my circle, my hand-grip
the world’s tallest tree
I could easily climb
from the very top
Placebo Town
in its glory
———–
———–
so many have passed through the gate
ghost world transport, blank names
much too late to argue with God
the trumpets have sounded
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(Nick Cave sings “Waiting for You” for 36 hours)
—————————————————
anticipate
anticipate
anticipate
your honeymoon night
anticipate that glorious occasion
orgasm like a bull elephant (two times)
THE WIFE BECOMES A BOULDER
IN YOUR STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
arms and legs sticking out of unwillingness
(+) voyeuristic neighbors found lacking nutrition (+)
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nervous at the zoo
cigarette after cigarette
outdoor apes and monkeys
crammed tightly inside a box
embarrassingly explicit imagery
I told no one—no one asked
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to book a place
for your virtual face
you must first sacrifice
a piece of your soul
at the Placebo Town edifice
marked X at the entrance
of a swirling black hole ⚫
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Shared Humanity
mutual revulsion?
a contagion?
self serving?
a shared needle
of self loathing?
a medication given
in a state of confusion?
Shared Humanity
this means nothing to me
being an alien orphan
detained on the border
of Placebo Town
and then bussed
to Long Island
in a sealed FedEx box
with a radioactive atom
that had a 50% chance
of decaying and releasing
a poisonous gas
Shared Humanity
thankfully I’m alive
with eight lives still intact
I’ve had the inoculation
and revenge is sweet
as I am a singular
dealing in stolen antiquities
operating in formation
I don’t have all the details
but according to The Pride
everything is going to plan
the future will be shared
by the humans who survive
the abomination of desolation
Shared Humanity
mutual insanity
genocide given meaning
a delusion fit for everyone
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Pat Sajak and Alex Trebek
nervous padlocks
bolt cutter
erections
BOLT CUTTER ERECTIONS
in America, famous people drive fast late at night
windows rolled down
100mph
Sour Diesel hybrid-Indica
limited visibility excitement
after 11pm driving across rural Florida
a small highway in search of a more prominent one
millions of frogs performing Pink Floyd before Pompeii
Pat Sajak and Alex Trebek
expressive elements
on a dark roadway
late night across
Florida
(+) the highway, a thread on which they are strung
(+) the highway, a thread on which we are strung
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that Poultry Pox 🐓
jumped right in
after finding the hole 🕳️
in my immune system
and torn me a new one
with neither working properly
it’s no fun
being hung out to dry
with a burning scrotum
thank goodness
the thread I’m dangling from
isn’t Highway Buggery
as my bolt cutter has gone
missing in reaction
I always felt that young girls
were my biggest weakness
(as I just love their cuteness 💕)
but never a suspicion
that a common variety virus
would try it’s poxiest to kill me
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——————————————–Pat Sajak, self-betrayal, a man of last resort
——————————–Alex Trebek, self-betrayal, a man of last resort
fragmented poetry, confessional, indulgent
a load of manure surrounded by family
who labor out the shiny material
poetry about false outlines
loyal, clock-appointed
neither sought
nor welcome
(+) LIVING IN A STRANGE SWEETNESS, ENCOURAGED TO BE MORE SWEET
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the haunting revelations of grief’s fire
Melville from his decaying core
states that the scrotum
must be placed
outdoors
to sun
there on the laundry line
a most prized possession
neighbors battle the urge
to whack it with a broom
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prompted to consciousness
at pOETRY wORKSHOP
the hot topic du jour
VIOLENT LIBRARIANS
(and what solvents to use)
Let me go on
Like a scrotum in the sun
Let me go on
Swollen glands
They ain’t much fun
When I’m out walking
My strut just too tight
For limping
As I’m so strung out
I’m high as a kite
Nothing but dead flesh
Left to check you out
Come in a splash
Bodily lubricants
They stain my sheets
Then gone in a flash
I don’t even know why
Lolita, she’s at the end
Of a big time goodbye
I just try to pretend
As she is starting to cry
That she’s more than a friend
I should never
have adopted her
from a dead Viking
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Armenian peasants have flocked to the
the site, atop of Mount Ararat, where
an ancient FedEx box, along with what
can only be described as a flying saucer,
has been exposed from under the ice of
a melting glacier. The Turkish authorities,
who’ve been doing their best to keep the
discovery under wraps, have put a stop
to the construction of a temple to mark
the spot using the pretext that it’s the
crater of a volcano that at anytime could
blow 🌋 Supposedly dormant for 10,000
years, but Mount Arafat has recently
been making signs of waking up. Much
to the delight of the faithful, all dressed in
bright purple and orange in celebration.
A FedExorcism is a deliverance a millennium
in the making. A sacred auspicious occasion.
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down there south of the psychiatric penis
a spark from hell makes notice
(+) appropriately volcanic
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only one possible solution
opiate-like relief
———0———
———0———
wrap yourself
in a cloud soft
autobiography
Mister Redpath
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poetry stolen from an old copy of Farmer’s Almanac
the taming of grief, turntable narcotics
———0———
POETRY IS NOT THE EXPRESSION OF PERSONALITY
DEAR BABY BIRD,
POETRY IS THE ESCAPE FROM PERSONALITY
———0———
supply me with an enormous bandage
wrap me and stand me on the curb
I shall offer advice and beg money
my personal psychiatric services
MultipleMichael, alert/excitable
fluctuating tempos, chaos
life is Dollar Store coloring
expensive crayons
on a background
of toilet tissue
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the multiplicity of Michael
he that dare shine occasionally
relatives angry around the Christmas tree
each with an overpowering sense of importance
I say, “be courageous in the birdcage of loneliness”
(+) I so much wanted the words to your erotic thoughts
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the Christmas tree
brown at Easter sundown
relatives with begging hands
I am almost drawn into yielding
———0———
———0———
in the grave standing up
the giggling darkness
drives one insane
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they say that most poetic efforts are stolen
Placebo Cemetery with units available
sleeping quarters lined up in a row
countless generations/memories
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“A life of swallowing only to be swallowed”
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apes and more apes and Michael
trying to connect with Death
before concrete pillows
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