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 
a flashlight exposed the hygiene of Yoko
the horrid yeast caked lips
pleased to make
acquaintance
like a pooch
on a corpse
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many things went wrong for Noah
compulsive repetitiousness
rock musicians
rolling on a
corpse
Marilyn Manson
and his predisposition
toward violent behavior
Noah could recall the agony
when he squeezed Marilyn out
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I watched helpless
as Rose McGowan
succumbed to the poison
she’d ingested
whilst pinned
between Harvey Weinstein
and Marilyn Manson
as her charmed existence
came to a tragic end
that no magic spell
could ever erase
leaving a sinking wreck
with just the faintest resemblance
to what had once been
Cherry Darling
the starlet of Planet Terror
or the vivacious Paige Matthews
a teenage boy’s wet dream
soaked in the ejaculate of pleasure
a rose by any other name
now dazed and confused
and plucked of her hidden treasure
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the pooch rolling on carrion
a form of grounding
—earthing—
Noah whispered in my ear
“life is older than myself”
I could smell the hidden plumbing
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overhear my words, they are not expired
the library dreams of covering me
Straitjacket Michael deep in dust
perpetual Michaels, Baby Bird
this is your death—this is your death—this is your death
an assembly of living beings moved by a single spirit
an imaginative location, Placebo
you populate it
it activates you
my words are
observation
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Local Library 2024—————————( books no longer leave the building )
all the child porn and gay sodomy has been replaced with Robert Frost
Jewish and Christian material replaced with alien scribbles and dots
volumes of Reader’s Digest are available
if you are willing to supply
a social security number
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my hell should not alter your kitchen color
just recall that you are a beast
and your heart is human
a beating wad of flesh
I am told that Placebo is a dreadful place
your kitchen color is safe, Heaven exists
the pancakes are thick and fresh
Jesus is in his place and hungry
smile and he will smile back
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a heavenly place
flowing with maple syrup
and strawberry milkshakes
picnic baskets piled up
with blueberry pancakes
and Mrs. Fields chocolate chip cookies
celestial uber eats
flying in and out of those pearly gates
as angelic waitresses continually
top up golden goblets and plates
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redeem
all errors
smile at Jesus
He is illuminated by God
the pancakes studded
with a thousand
ornaments
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Death Proof
in a town called Placebo
with life and death spilling
like the blood and water flowing
in a Quentin Tarantino movie
L’Ultimo Buscadero
emblazoned across Marcy’s chest
within all creation
in every direction
there is the imprimatur of the Christ
meanwhile Stuntman Mike just waits
for Pam to come next
as Warren lines up the shots
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YOKO ONO
the Uroboros of Gnosticism
her heart, an hourglass in a rosebush
——————-mourning the passage of beauty
——————-John who swallowed Yahweh’s wrath
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John Lennon’s response to Bob Dylan’s
‘Gotta Serve Somebody’ 🤔🕶️
In life we all utter things we’d
never dare mutter in death ☠️
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pOETRY wORKSHOP:
the transference of the poet’s emotion to what is inanimate
the dead baby, whatever and how many crowd around it
to cling to notions of innocence, my eyes closed not
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he who will not defend the truth
may be compelled to
Milton pointed to Lennon
“ye be snared and caught”
the serpent feeds you the illusions
you wish to believe
but believe you not
a single strand
of
barbed wire
in a wind storm
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somehow, they made the dead baby dance
an output of demonic culture
like the cries of the cow
as it was fashioned
into various belts
I know the tongue of the cow
it asks, “why so much pain, have I done wrong ?”
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the wife lives in a marketing and commercial framework
money is the reward, but it isn’t really a reward
money holds the razorblade, slices the throat
money is a problem without a solution
the nature of art and imagination
cannot be soiled
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the power of money
prostitution and slavery
the power of money
seven sins times deadly
the power of money
will buy you some shares
in the armaments industry
the power of money
will prescribe you a pill
that drives you to kill
that power of money
put Bill Clinton’s cigar
into the vagina
of Monica Lewinsky
the power of money
had Hillary down on all fours
and begging for more
the power of money
will turn your precious daughter
into a cheap whore
the power of money
has immigrants and the homeless
lined up at your door
the power of money
wages endless bloody war
from the North to the South
that power of money
put Harvey Weinstein’s penis
into Rose McGowan’s mouth
in a La La Land flowing
with semen and blood money
the power of money
can rock you
in the lap of luxury
or slit your throat
down a dark alley
the power of money
will buy me an hour with Lolita
and then perhaps …
a cup of coffee ☕ 🤔🕶️
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Lesbians place all blame on gender
was Jesus agitated by gender ?
childhood tales of Jesus
igniting the blankets
with lust
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the first time you stepped in the taint
imposed upon all sexual emotion
everyone saw it on your shoes
once noted, it was too late
Daddy got drunk and shot out the streetlight
fragmentation through the air, gray blankness turned black
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“The Worm Tormentor”
his finger in his butt
truck stop poets
exchanging brown kisses
*on the computer screen
a thousand fancy gay men
discussing the joy of anal sex
first you feel pain, then the G spot
complete silence about the urge to shit
notwithstanding, fecal matter on the ding
(+) peanut butter from the tip to the hairline
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incredible detachment
the thought that others
can just leap out of bed
unique people
labor their legs on
(+) I’m asked if they have names as if they are pets
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masturbation
hand-conscious
men in the Bible
giving it their best
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masturbation on the sidewalk
Dad shot out the streetlight
so the seed knew
not where to grow
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>>>>>>DIVINE INTERVENTION IS ALWAYS POSSIBLE<<<<<<
I was selected as the assailant
the 80yr old woman dropped her egg
(NIN): if she says come inside
“I’ll come inside for her”
……………………………………………………………
spiritual aspirations at the sideshow circus
80yr old woman with high school nebulous
going to a whore for sex
perhaps, self-hatred
a carpet of women
sleeping on
the floor
“Take your pick”
(+) I wanted some hairless trap
a volume seldom read
the final egg
…………………….
…………………….
sex with the 80yr old woman
was noticeably dry
she was desperate
for life-coins
in her purse
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so
once again
on the honky tonk
side of Placebo Town
I’m doing time with Ratso Rizzo
I may run some Texas longhorn
head of cattle
and this ain’t my first rodeo
but that don’t make me
no down and out
midnight cowboy 🤠
with time to kill
as a paid rhinestone toyboy
I’d rather be taking a dirt nap
up on Boot Hill
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it is possible:
although pregnant
the 80yr old woman
could afford shelter and food
she could pay for both souls
NO, NOT PAT SAJAK
NO, NOT ALEX TREBEK
the touch of flesh
the sound of another voice
the baby would be most welcome
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in Florida
80yr old pregnant woman
would not make the evening news
80yr old pregnant woman tries to measure
the distance between the writer and the reader
(+) 8 Ball the reader’s reception of the text
the writer follows patterns
floats about like dust
pays to have throat
squeezed
(+) 8 Ball the pleasure of silence
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configurations of genitalia
………………………………….explicit behavior
lesbian hidden scatology
…………………………………”all brown all the time”
poets matured and in control
leisurely pace themselves
hair circles childish raving
truck drivers/jet pilots
monstrously hung
——————-
——————-
poetry marked
(+) “OUTSIDE of LITERATURE” (+)
no real consequences
just look Jesus in the face
“Jesus, I’m hankering for some of those glorious pancakes”
Hillbilly pancakes in Heaven
a gift with no regrets
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in a land of promises broken
as it was with Goliath
the uncircumcised Philistine
the monstrously hung
tend to die young
Placebo Town is where
the seed of men has no direction
futility and fertility
are one and the same
as the women
able to bear children
cover their faces in shame
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8 Ball the pleasure of silence
NO redeeming social value
should I dismiss myself ?
the lifeless corpse that sleeps in the library basement
+( having survived squalor and man love )+
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the highway was overloaded with loneliness
grief was everywhere, clear grief as well as cloudy
paid the man to squeeze my throat
he was strong and it became
difficult to think
——————–
to appreciate
8 Ball the pleasure of silence
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to the pawn shop
the cake and candles
YES, the cake was organic
…………………………the candles
…………….honey and milk
……….$49 France
the man at the pawn shop
traced a poppy on the mirror
I said, “No thanks, I want the man
that squeezes me till I come”
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the squeeze was on
in some erotic
alternate universe
splitting
the primordial atom
at such a frantic
slow motion pace
from evening
till early morning
I could hardly breathe
with that devil’s teat
firmly in my face
tasting of salted caramel
and some exotic spice
from outer space
with my 8 ball
covered in maple syrup
like an engorged pancake
in her corner pocket
I could hardly believe
it was attached to someone
so innocent and nice
with her sweetness
erupting with each embrace
I truly am a lucky man
to have such an amorous
voluptuous wife
especially considering
my erstwhile nefarious life
full of mischief and strife
I can only guess that
pancakes are a heavenly gift
rather than something
we’re deserving 🤔🕶️
pancakes 🥞 a dessert
you can cut with a knife 🔪
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THE THRILL OF IT All
not just pancakes
and chocolate cupcakes
but that illegal
Russian roulette
golden triangle
Crêpes Suzette
smothered in maple syrup
to the pawn shop
for a cash refill
and then a top up
of that delectable
manna from hell
just who will it pawn
whilst chasing that thrill?
only time will tell
so . . .
when hitting the street
never forget to take
your redemption ticket
THE THRILL OF IT ALL
having a soul
to keep . . . or even sell
when you feel your skin
begin to creep
and you start to hear
the toll of the bell 🔔
in a forsaken land
where the angels crawl
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Hillbilly pancakes in Heaven
a gift with very few regrets
having survived squalor
and honest man love
>>>>>>O<<<<<<
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I was raised a beggar
by a family of gypsies
the only thing that stood
between me and squalor
was the spoils of thieves
in my neighborhood
hanging out with junkies
and whores
like a corpse
dangling in the breeze
I thank God daily
I didn’t die of some disease
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pOETRY wORKSHOP
poets find humor
when the shadows
urinate
inside themselves
———0———
a golden netherworld
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The Beatles third movie for
United Artists was to be . . .
‘The Lord of the Rings’. John
Lennon was all for it, and keen
to play the part of Gollum, with
Paul McCartney as Frodo, George
Harrison as Gandalf, and Ringo
Starr as Samwise Gamgee … True!
Stanley Kubrick was approached
but declined the offer.
I think Yoko Ono would’ve made
the perfect Gollum, with John
Lennon playing the role of Saruman.
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YOKO ONO——YOKO ONO——YOKO ONO
not what she was once, on death watch
they placed a zipper up her front
late at night Yoko explores
her most inner self
squeezing her
intestines
fingering
herself
from
the
inside
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(+) The Beatles backed out of “The Lord of the Rings”
chop off your genitals
a heavy price to pay
an all male cast
with no junk
NO THANKS
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told not to write about the apes
that lived near the hot zone
Eden, Eve’s circle home
apes, weak and sad
horseflies, blood hungry
harass the aged, the infirm
told not to write about the apes
about God unable to be a woman
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three months of codified poetry
only to discover one party
was pork-and-beans
———-0———-
dreams of golden coins
being tossed
into the
wife’s
purse
CHARITY FROM THE MALE MEMBER
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that road not taken
except by the foolhardy
the forsaken
and the restless
with Viking genetics
inserted surreptitiously
into a Celtic address
and then transported
across the Atlantic
to become the best
amongst the worst in the U.S.
upon a prayer . . .
“May God Bless!”
the Llewelyn code
of the poetically long
and winding road
could have never been French
or from New Orleans
where the pork is pickled
and served with red beans
on that road not taken
except by the foolhardy
the forsaken
and the restless
sweet dreams are made of this
hairless primates
with Viking genetics
fully loaded with pork-and-beans
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Yoko rubbing herself from the inside
a shriveled clitoris hood
audible orgasms
(+) at an early age, she learned to ape intercourse
a childhood of folklore and rock and roll tricksters
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SHE SPREAD HER LEGS
she pointed
“IT HURTS UNDER THE SEAMS”
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sometimes one book will annoy another book at the library
fragmented narratives/shards of language and emotion
an occasional Peeping Tom
“What did he see ?”
———————————————–to advance their mercantile
———————————————–and imperialistic aims, men
———————————————–have discarded their penises
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the be-all of existence:
THE PENIS
if any ape says different
strike that ape down
the old faiths
cannot fall
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up from the earth
the sky smiles
detach roots
cycle high
the covenant of erection/ejaculation
chop off the head of deception
whip skepticism/wipe it clean
Baby Bird, the future proud
———————————————————
the ticket between your legs
———————————————————
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they stacked all those 5&10 bibles into a tower
but even the best nose couldn’t smell heaven
told that there was a limit to my speed
that I would skid off a curve and crash
however, the truth is straight
obedient without fear
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Seeing we never found gay fairyland
(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon
For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned;
Nor ever unto Mecca caravanned;
Nor bugled Asgard, skilled in magic rune;
Nor yearned for far Nirvana, the sweet swoon,
And from high Paradise are cursed and banned;
-Let’s die home, ferry across the Channel!
Thus shall we live gods there.
Death shall be no sev’rance.
Weary cathedrals light new shrines for us.
To us, rough knees of boys shall ache with rev’rence.
Are not girls’ breasts a clear, strong Acropole?
-There our oun mothers’ tears shall heal us whole.
~ Wilfred Owen
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words cannot “hear” their own corruption
words in a syrup of silence
explicit male language
extremely vile
——0——
syphilitic guitars
finger grime
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Yoko Ono with her Japanese snapper
begging for coins, her purse hungry
John, his music monetized
his taint poisoned
his spine soft
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pOETRY wORKSHOP:
perhaps, the truth was fabricated
Wilford Owen
automobile
surfing
dead Germans
frightened dogs
Mom and Dad
at the front door
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pOETRY wAXWORKS
reality in a microcosm
the flesh hungry
the soul thirsty
I really do think
I feel
therefore
I probably am
but is that
just an illusion?
there’s no way
to be certain
exploration
multiplication
delving with Elves
into the essence
of this existence
slaves to the
beauty of perfection
desire is the fire
both a blessing
and a curse
when set upon
by hairy Orcs
getting a bikini wax
passion beyond reason
gasping in the vacuum
of theoretical physics
for every purpose
a season
hope
faith
and love
in a chaotic universe
where Elves
become Orcs
if they fail in the quest
to be true
to their higher selves
first the physical
then the spiritual
in a game of survival
where life is set loose
to become
the best or the worst
in this microcosm of reality
where truth is out of reach
at pOETRY wAXWORKS
as a pod of Elves
paddle out past the reef
I just sit with the Orcs
on this endless beach
waxing my surfboard
without any excuse
for not striving for heaven
in this microcosm of reality
where conformity
is mistaken for sanity
what use
could eternity possibly be
as one sweet day
the waxworks of Orcs
will all just melt away
and this microcosm of reality
will finally cease to exist
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>>>>>>>>>>>>WILFORD OWEN<<<<<<<<<<<<
after the news
Mom and Dad never shut the front door
they granted their son the right to come and go
death can be intimidating, multi-dimensional, dirty
all things pass, seasons, friends, wads of sky cotton
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who will survive
in a spot of wet weather?
a Russian submarine
taking a dive
looking for fun
on the run from Crimea
taking the interstate 95
down to the Caribbean
from Florida to Cuba
those Ukrainian girls
and their Nemiroff vodka
will nuclear drive
a Russian sailor insane
that Hezbollah hashish
in a hookah pipe
will do much the same
Hamas just wants to kick ass
and the Ayatollah has my number
he knows my alias . . .
Crusader the Blasphemous
and has put out a fatwa
I may need to hitch a ride
on a Russian sub
. . . to Communist Cuba
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a citizen of Placebo was stoned today for saying,
“suffering has medicinal value”
one God: hand/claw, foot/hoof
the worst evil: hardness of heart
Placebo: the center of despair and resentment
Placebo: the center of a thousand curves
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A citizen of Placebo was euthanized today
(by order of Big Pharma)
for saying that drug withdrawals purifies
the soul and boosts the immune system.
The PDA (Placebo Drug Authority) has now
approved substance withdrawal syndrome
as an alternative state of existence . . .
“A placebo a day keeps the cold turkey away!”
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“Everybody must get stoned.” ~ Bob Dylan
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consumer desire: real repetition
highly codified images, eroticized
struggling through the lobby
Honeymoon Hotel
no time to waste
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From a secure location deep underground,
beneath the Pyramid of the Jaguar Priest,
the Placebo Town Chamber of Commerce
monitors the bowel movements of the
collective consciousness. When the meter
reader comes to check up on your output,
don’t get caught with your pants down.
That’s my only advice. Take it or leave it.
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apes are apes
life is moment to moment
no one will stop you being foolish
run outside at night and look up
no matter what you think
you have no clue
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I was told yesterday
that Adam was Eden’s gardener
———–I fainted
Adam was in charge of naming things
he supplied names already known
(+) basic breeding stock
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the modern poet
in need of fresh material
war/sex/disease/the richness and complexity of Heaven
the bottom of the bird cage, a constant foot race with heroes
stern Puritans pointed at my rootlessness, my feet under the bed
——————–0——————-
the temptation of suicide warmed many hearts
the “sourcing” of our life cycle
offspring returning
to their source
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Le Signal De L’angoisse
there’s a greasy pole
in the dead centre
of Placebo Town
where failure is left
to marinate in the mire
the awful fate
of low hanging fruit
for not reaching any higher
as complexity
dissolves into simplicity
like a clenched fist
through the black hole
at the heart of a galaxy
drenched in milk and honey
Gloria In Excelsis
the minutia of negativity
could never compare
in power and majesty
concealed … yet revealed
throughout a creative eternity
there’s a greasy pole
in the dead centre
of Placebo Town
where failure is left
to marinate in the mire
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God with his thunderbolt
keeping watch over patterns
of ENSLAVEMENT
(apes) labor and sweat
suffering the faces of nature
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beauty leaks from Heaven
eyes on Earth desperate
hungry/greedy
the eyes aided by the heart
“SHOW US YOUR COLORS”
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there is just something
mystical about Lolita
her whole is greater
than the sum of her parts
some might call it magical
a wormhole glorious
to a higher consciousness
within my space helmet
set to full throttle
perhaps it’s a sacred formula
interstellar by nature
Mars and Venus in unison
an egg 🥚 and spoon 🥄 race
drenched in semen 💦
when penis meets vagina
with her clitoris transfixed
within a supernova implosion
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pOETRY wORKSHOP:
>>>>>>>>>Mother of the Human Race<<<<<<<<<
throw your mental pictures in the commode
monsters from monsters, demoniacal birth
Daddy had no mother
———0———
most surfaces coated with monstrous residue
romancing reproduction
the marketplace
recesses
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A N G R Y N O A H (oversimplified)
raped in his sleep
taking root/expanding
fathering seed of a son
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