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 
serious chuckle:
PREDATES CAIN AND ABEL
everything and everyone predates Cain and Abel
they have yet to arrive on the scene
Eve has them on the back burner
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don’t know how I got the Impression
(from my Kremlin contact in Moscow,
no doubt) that Abel and Cain are still
fighting it out from Gaza to the Ukraine?
ever since Cain learnt to smelt metal ⚔️
and split the atom ⚛️ he’s had the upper
hand 🥊 no need now to sneak up on
poor Abel 🪨 🤯
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Robert Frost reciting rhymed verse
humans poured into their skin
twins separated one male
one not
proud of eyes
that go beyond
———0———
the fire of desire repurposed
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at my local café
there’s this rather delightfully
obèse french girl
who insists on flirting with me
she’s an excellent barista
and I fear putting
our caffeinated symbiotic
relationship in jeopardy 🤔🕶️
yet my desire for a generous
serving of flesh 🍑
has left me a pathetic mess
for sadly 😢🕶️
if things went all pear shaped 🍐
(much like her voluptuous fanny)
she could easily poison me
with a spiked caffè latte! 🚫☕☢️
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Baby Bird, Eve has the future on the back burner
we may be cannibalized, not for flesh
something far more valuable
old poets unarranged
not just an organism
so much more
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in general
deep down
humans all desire
to love and be loved
in the biological
the male of the species
like any other animal
desires to plunder
and explore
as he implants his seed
always on the lookout
for what’s coming up next
be it real or superficial
whereas the female
tries her best
to protect her eggs
and build a secure nest
both sexes
souls manifested
in this physical realm
with the accoutrement
for creating
a loving relationship
or alternatively
getting overwhelmed
and bent out of shape
with the ticking of the clock
like a ship sinking
after striking a rock
so best take care with
your reproductive equipment
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not everyone can STAND outside time
the Master self-creating
one day complete
———————————The Dollar Store Eve
———————————with trash graffiti
———————————on her vaginal walls
———————————the children headed off
———————————aborted, altered, delayed
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In Honour Of The Dollar Store Eve
in her spiked dog collar
a stolen gift
from some deadbeat
sugar daddy
it was certainly a lot of fun
putting dollars in her slot
past her spray can graffiti
till the coins where all gone
and my time had run out
now there’s nothing left
but my penniless
sorrow and pity
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the great thing about a motorcycle
God and yourself
no room for
PENNILESS
sorrow and pity
——————————-does God hug you
——————————-do you hug God
life is about leaning into curves
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Robert Frost
from an awkward teenager
to a self-sufficient poet
only pooping 27 times
without the hose
———0———
commode whistling
junk jewel turds
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after copious amounts
of al dente pasta
followed by much gelati
in Little Italy
severe the carpet burn
of Big Lolita’s
(fat and getting fatter)
candy pink regrowth
that girl knows no shame
sorrow or pity
I blame the genetics
passed down the line
by her Viking Mother
also a psychopath
and her environment
living in a Formula 1 city
proof of life after death
gearheads on heat
some born with a horn
tooting it in the streets
of Little Italy
many going crazy
over a Ferrari victory
and Lolita’s jiggling breasts
that keep popping out
of her short tight dress
. . . also very al dente
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the last time someone served me al dente pasta
I instructed my night porter to spin the tires on it
it took an entire sanitation crew to clean up the mess
it made the evening news
it circulated at the barber shop
a big thumbs up from the library girls
———–0———–
God voluntarily sacrifices himself
but never for al dente pasta
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you may quote me,
“AL DENTE PASTA SUCKS A BANANA BOAT”
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helium-filled heads
talking about Heaven
I remind them that Heaven
is not behind us, never has been
we are being grown for the future
masculine without the feminine core
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God patiently waits for men without feminine cores
people are just crazy ants going in all directions
a few die or many die, meaningless at best
“had I known that thou were of want
I would have supplied you at once”
(+) divine intervention for the brave at heart
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an endless cycle
of childhood trauma
outlasting religion
the abused
becoming the abuser
some prove to be immune
to this
the vilest virus
ever injected
into the hearts of men
as a direct consequence
of shattered innocence
but seldom
without pain
and the payment
of a very heavy price
for the healing and salvation
of those
and many others
Christ died upon the cross
Jehovah Rapha … Amen🙏
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people speak of ordinary reality
they peddle themselves
at the market
with all the information available
they remain dinosaurs
buttons screaming
“READERS DIGEST”
the schism that goes back
to apes and odd foreheads
all pain is in response
to self-denial
(+) the multiple person suffers the entire zoo
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a bloat of Americans
a troop of Chinese
a murder of Russians
and a crash of Muslims
starvation and disease
last rights and final curses
over broken buildings
and their rotting corpses
with barbarians
at the border
as the hoofbeats
of four horsemen
are steadily getting louder
and the stench in the streets
from bombed out apartments
is getting ever stronger
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the hoofbeats of four horsemen: The Beatles
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The Four Tenors
having hit a high note
in Valhalla
Pavarotti therefore
had to die
and lose a little weight
but now he’s all saddled up
and ready to ride
that pale white horse
to the cries
of “Go Luciano . . . Go!”
with the Walrus chanting
“Favoloso Pavarotti!”
in the shuffling chaos
no one notices
in the mercy seat’s
loving embrace
the bad seed
of style and grace
Nick Cave quietly
singing down Eternity
the quick and the brave
in a case of great haste
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intellectual homosexuals
rumored to haunt libraries
loyal to camouflaged scripts
share Christ, eat/drink Jesus
(+) ignore the vagina wound on his leg
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people at the library
under the influence of writing
awake and aware that reality is looped
we describe this and that with sounds
hunger pushes the tribe forward
the wounded left behind
agony tongues night
0000000000000000000000000000
every library is Africa
an inch of life and no more
every book in the library is Africa
a pound of flesh and an inch of letters
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making thoughts
words in production
metaphysical
the inspiration
a frolic of librarians
seeking the stimulus
of a prefrontal cortex
soaking the biological
in a sexual reaction
womb and scrotum
immaculate
the ejaculate
of a trembling orgasm
blessed
with a celestial caress
of the limbic system
making love
love in production
spiritual
the inspiration
from the beating art
of the human heart
words of pure seduction
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making words/love
primitive but sophisticated
foul odors circle the private zones
teasing lesbian pillows
pleasantries
Sigourney Weaver (Ellen Ripley)
scribble graffiti inside her cooter
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I said, “NO”……………………………… when they offered me Africa
((materialism)) to leap across the barriers to bind me
people and animals and diseases from outer space
money-changers with endless questions
never-ending involvement
I said, “NO”
somewhere out there
my high school friends
are to this day measuring
no longer smoking the smoke
or poking with enormous effort
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exigencies of place and time
AFRICA
exigencies of place and time
———–0———–
I was offered Ellen Ripley wearing expensive socks
the wife said, “Sigourney Weaver is in bed wearing outer space socks”
(+) my mind was full of sex grunt
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amid the destruction
in the chaotic aftermath
of post-herpetic neuralgia
I might have transformed
into a type of hermaphrodite
it would seem
I now have a vagina
between my scrotum and anus
a side effect most curious
my wife hasn’t yet noticed
but Lolita thinks it’s hilarious
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machines made of words
chaotic words for youngsters
sentimental words for valentines
———————————————-the bride was upset
———————————————-he could only fill half her trap
———————————————-she wanted a man who could reach
way up inside her belly and tickle that special spot, a man willing to struggle
to push in that last four inches, to make the impossible possible
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eyes that show the wear and tear
eyes that have wandered
NO sensitive apes
………………………..how great the longing has been
to exit the unmannerly town
to look past the fallen
by the roadside
children willing to sell toddlers
as if they had value outside the menu
———PRESSURE COOKED YOUTH——–
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Nick Cave swam into my mind
a shadow in my shade
unmanageable
——————–I sleep in the basement of a library
——————–Nick sleeps in the attic of a museum
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a coincidence
I sleep upon a rock
in a cave below the Temple Mount
where this existence
seems to make perfect sense
but recently
it’s been a bit noisy
since some itinerant goat herders
found the land vacant
and built a Mosque on top of it
as the promised people
had been taken as slaves
to Placebo Town
to build a colosseum
I’d much prefer
the peace and quiet of a library
amongst the graves of dead poets
or even the dust of a museum
where this existence
is put in the past tense
with the certainty of permanency
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individuals pass through
some say that Heaven is an ocean
people lucky enough to be in Paradise
are just droplets of liquid, no face, no identity
others say that upon arrival, spoons are handed out
and the elect are instructed to dig furrows nonstop
when asked about the endless labor, Busy Work
Holy Superstars value their personal privacy
Jesus doesn’t do meet-and-greet
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the funny thing about Heaven
the number of clocks
(possibly internal)
——————————–hands of time circling your face
the life to come
free from the Belt of Discipline
————-males given the Key to Heaven
————-females blessed with the wedding ring of servitude
WHEN JESUS SMILES A CERTAIN WAY, IT IS THE MANroot
THE MANroot, NOT THE CHRIST
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blasphemous mythology at the Dollar Store
the ceremony of betrothal
Jesus in his Sunday best
Love with its everlasting bonds
personal crucifixion at the very onset
day in, day out, the inches become miles
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EARTH CITIZENS HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY PEOPLE DIE EACH DAY
funny to think that Jesus would be there to welcome them
people recycle without religious superstars
street people say
“no thanks”
…………………………………………..hodgepodge poetry: a series of quotations:
Dollar Store repetitious/Readers Digest repetitious/creativity stifled
criticism without skill/roadmaps of your psychological state
problematic poetry/academic sex
………………………………………….to perform Scripture/to participate in divine mission
readers recognize Dollar Store failure as a positive development
POETS unlearn and then learn afresh
to unveil that which could
deceive
seduce
harm
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academic sex:
inches become miles
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I pay the wife for sex
when I look into her eyes
I can see her spending the money
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Michaels wake and again return to the world
swindled relatives compressed in the background
mathematicians suffer sorrow, they worship sorrow
outside at night with a flashlight
He who has journeyed a distance
whispers screams to wake the Michaels
the smell of earthworms
leaking from infantine lips
earthly marriage ::GOLGOTHA:: earthly marriage
marriage never associated with marriage
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outside at night
in the summer rain
as the world sleeps
and not an adult in sight
with just a kerosene lamp
stolen from the road worker’s campsite
a scene of youthful playfulness
toes sinking into puddles of pure delight
as the endless darkness
cuddles a child in the light
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youth in Switzerland
powders and shots
later the blood
bric-a-brac
sin washed away
word-painting Michael
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evil camouflaging evil
degenerate molecules
stuffed in a tiny swimming suit
I’m told that Jesus is in there somewhere
in the dream
people who have never known Jesus
are brought in one by one and shown the Lord
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long before Macy
and the Macy Parade
Jesus would suit inside himself
…………………………….(pray and squeeze)
………………………………………(pray and squeeze)
…………………………….THE KINGDOM WOULD ARRIVE
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chitchat with Beethoven
he vomits at the mention of music
stagnant sounds moisten his vocabulary
Beethoven in an artistic trance
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——————————when it comes to Michael
POLYDRUG ABUSE
PROLONGED POLYDRUG ABUSE
———————————————————————-
———————————————————————-
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POLYSORCEROUS
pharmaceutical fortitude
the gift of a sedated attitude
deep within the grip of chemical sleep
fed from the breast of a soporific beast
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wooden socks
library rodents gnawing
the playfulness of mother
with open arms
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skeletonizing
victims of poverty
weeds, roadside rubbish
naked children, crazy hungry
everything held in place by the sky
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wardens of the drug world
counterfeit, Chinese Dollar Store
the strong urge to harm others
choke, stab, consume a face
———————————————there I was, a white man in America
reread “The Tower of Song”, reality glossed over by the wish-fulfillment
of blowing out birthday candles
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in the Tower of Song
reality is an abstraction
with lyrics that linger
somewhere between
an endless paradise
and total desolation
like a sugar coated dream
mainlined
with cynical bitterness
a hot shot of reality 💉
into the arm of eternity 💪
blessed with a lover’s kiss 💋
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GINGER SLIME MEETS PURPLE RAIN
outside the Chinese Dollar Store
on the seedy side of Placebo Town
is where I score my heroin
coming from a low-income background
I stopped shopping when
the local 99 Cents Only store closed down
the Chinese Dollar Store
on the seedy side of Placebo Town
is where I do my shoplifting
thinking where did my life go wrong
as I head back home
stoned and alone
things have not been the same
since Ed Sheeran
brought that Tower of Song
crashing down
to where Lil Peep and Prince
would hit the fentanyl all night long
as ginger slime meets purple rain
the word on the street is that “NICE”
does not belong in the Tower of Song
like it’s some lame hall of fame
as it is in heaven
in opposition to Placebo Town
eviction is the price of rebellion
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drug nourishment
constantly painted into the corner
people from Kentucky trying to pay-off destiny
What does that even mean?
parables of the mustard seed
on the cover of Readers Digest
sleepless nights fearing Death
grieve now—0—rejoice later
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faith is a righteous gift 🎁
no matter how small
it’s all about what you do with it
having died
and come back to life
in an idealistic quest
far from Planet Earth 🌎
I no longer sweat the small stuff
like judgement ⚖️ and death ☠️
or the things of general interest
according to Reader’s Digest
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the moon and the sun get into a tangle
people purchase the uncut version
“Look Ma, it is night outside”
pOETRY wORKSHOP::pOETRY wORKSHOP
the shine from the shield of Satan
the point of his spear
the Holy Tree
the flagship of Heaven
suffering, being so close
angels remove the leaves that have fallen
fish from the deep waters
are drawn to the shine
their lips quiver
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“Look Ma, Adam is crying again”
far from loved ones, at loss for delight
little boy Adam upset about Satan’s shield
the length and girth of his spear, battle ready
to conquer Love, no matter the strength or stench
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rich or poor, love stinks
once infected, the heart never recovers
all that was conceived before but born after
outside Eden, dinosaurs were busy being dinosaurs
there were gardens before Eden
but no one speaks of them
swollen water people
angry flying angels
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human goods and values at the curb
inevitable mistakes, a zillion books
childish drawings of Noah
swollen, mouth wide open
serving his purpose
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all petty desires are subjugated to the love of God
you sleep outside your bed, you count your fingers
everything seems the same but it is far from that
inseams belong to a taller man
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cynical bitterness
CYNICAL BITTERNESS
cynical bitterness
backbiters in a circle around pain/suffering
vulnerable people, benzodiazepines, OxyContin
every drug a diamond with many facets
Gorgons/Medusa: destructive powers
covered in scorpions
a single swallow
quivering:
(+) the final leaf on a tree
(+) Robert Frost anticipation
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POLYSORCEROUS
unholy the communion
with the all seeing
King Kaleidoscope
from smoking the rope
to a myriad of mirrors
in the Hall of Opiates
gazing into the oblivion
of a broken reflection
like kissing the anus
of a most ungracious host
in a realm beyond hope
after partaking in
a malevolent benediction
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every time that I came back
they buried me deeper
C.S. Lewis would whisper odd things in my ears
“Robert Frost is a sadist”, on second thought
“A cosmic sadist”
sometimes I was covered by large boulders
or four feet of concrete or six feet
a grave with no address
locked in an embrace
(+) holding myself
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a grave with no address
MULTIPLEMICHAEL
a grave with no address
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COINCIDENCE:
my tombstone was a
dropbox for WikiLeaks 🪦
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…………………………………….. many comments on grotesque proportions:
the persistence of regret
tortures sleep
never a moment of rest
demons anxious to devour
interior hunger, exterior hunger
the tongue strong
ready to rasp
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peeling off layers of Michael
where were they to go ?
local landfills completely overloaded with leaves from the Frost Tree
each leaf contains a word from the Readers Digest Deluxe Robert Frost edition
(+) reinstatement of an earlier, more stable prose
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a celestial body
upon the red path of totality
a moment of darkness
in the coldness of infinity
but then the warm caress
of a light filled eternity ♾️
God bless the Reader’s Digest
of general interest
for the proletariat
a common garden variety
working class man ♂️
. . . that’s certainly me
the red path of totality
a one way course ⬆️
for an orphaned outcast
past the battlefields of fate
through a wilderness
of hate and envy ✊
till at long last … the final victory ✌️
a cosmic spectacle of destiny
along the red path of totality
🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕
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what I saw and knew
a small child in a world of witchcraft
hallucinatory nature, my private guardian
a strong desire to be an adult, to outdo myself
(+) sometimes Carl Jung would wave as I pedaled past his abode
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I once met my guardian angel
in a most vivid dream sequence
he was hospitalised
with grevious burns
and severely singed feathers
all over his previously glorious wings
I swear it’s true
I just hope he’s not out for revenge
considering everything I put him through
I do believe in collective consciousness
but when it comes to reality
nobody I know has reached a consensus
sometimes I think
I’m living in a Jungian dream sequence
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guilty of storing the memories of friends and relatives
Jung said that I was envious of other people
their birthday wishes
their legs and feet
perhaps, I was calcified
but not dead
——————–
——————–
PERHAPS, I WAS CALCIFIED
BUT NOT DEAD @2024
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“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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as a small child, an early favorite
from the adult book section
“Oral Sex and Ventriloquism”
sexual motoring
with ordinary speech
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forced to share a small space
with another man
a constant flow
of adrenaline
cheeky boy from Placebo
a regular amusement park
nonthinking, nonspeaking
oral sex and ventriloquism
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Carl Jung, infamous for pissing on the grave of John Milton
a public display of his ding dong
St. Giles Cripplegate Churchyard
(medieval, Baby) Jung Junk
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Michael Fassbender, famous for his dong🥖
playing the part of Carl Jung giving Keira
Knightley’s rear end a severe spanking 🍑🖐️
Ever since watching that movie, Lolita keeps
begging me to be her strict disciplinarian
spank daddy 🖐️😎 of psycho analysis.
I’m now thinking 🤔🕶️ Lolita would make
a great Librarian, or an actress playing the
role of Michael Fassbender’s sister. Such a
shame it was Carey Mulligan, and not Lolita
giving him the Freudian slip. She would’ve
given Michael a multiple fass bender 🔆〽️
with her most dangerous method™ 🏏💥‼️
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big globs of semen
sledding down the walls
Paul in the background
singing “Let It Be”
a borrowed song
from a rub on
penis gel
EROXON
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Mick Jagger
in the foreground
singing . . .
“You can bleed on me.”
with Keith Richards
hiding in the corner
squeezing the Eroxon
onto his flaccid dong
sighing . . .
“If you want to,
you can cream on me.”
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Note:
WordPress swallowed my words
this happens on rare occasions
……………………………….
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Ed Sheeran
such a sweet boy
I dunk his finger in my tea
the fluid hauntedness of Sheeran
WHAT, you say he’s grown old and bald
Ed Sheeran
such a sweet boy
ginger and sunshine
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Ed Sheeran
the ginger poodle
condensed soup in a can
for a junk food generation
weaned on 2 minute noodles
and 2 minute jingles
the sounds of Placebo Town
an insult to the Beatles
not to mention Syd Barrett
Jimi Hendrix
even Johnny Rotten
as they call it Rock ‘n’ Roll
only easy to Reader’s Digest
stripped of any hint of rebellion
all Campbell’s soup cans
no Andy Warhol underground
Ed Sheeran
he’s no white album
a ginger poodle
riding the gravy train
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