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 
shriveled
the need of a helping hand
cascades of fear, Baby Bird
the drugs divide the self
squeeze the kidneys dry
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Under a blazing sun
there is a squeeze
on every thing
in the shadow regions
of hands moving
where the darkness is swirling
the light shines brightest
on those making a stand
under a blazing sun
sooner or later
in a contest of persistence
the kingdom will come
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skirts lifted/hairy lips
dialogue
extra-marital
“I’m soft but I got money”
the open mouth sucked me
through my left trouser-pocket
a touch of drowsiness but I cum twice
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heaven knows
the perils of a penis
suffering the trauma
of labia phobia
where the wild roses grow
the adventures
of a rock hard phallus
laid low and slow
whilst being devoured
in the throes
of pussy fever
vive la difference
where my Rosemary goes
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Eve with her genitals
NEVER KNOWN
zealous
(+) the outside so much safer than the inside
huge rocks acknowledged pre-existing sources
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Zukofsky: “cutting off feet wanting shoes”
a dialogue between left and right
all those birthdays, plank in sight
“someday, Michael”
tossed without
a thought
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for fear of a possible observer
the wife turns the lights off
locks the doors
sex with a monster
violations for want of funds
her use-value/exchange-value
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seeking a sweetening
I asked about the jewel box
Jesus carried inside his head
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when it comes
to the Contest of Persistence
Christians fistfight for last place
HE-WHO-IS-LAST-IS-FIRST nonsense
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The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times
They are a-changin’
~ Bob
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words speak
simultaneously
each voice different
MultipleMichaels interwoven
the fragments of existence
those Robert Frost trees
that stand naked
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floundered in a sexual
suitcase packed away
———0———
———0———
(+) at the truck stop market they sell coloring books
a younger me and the woman before the wife
we put the “nasty” in gymnastics
banned in Sweden
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the gymnasium
here in paradise
has a segregated sauna
with a secret doorway
to a meeting place
where lovers on heat
can let off some steam
covered in sweat
having come just once
… yet I’ll never forget
given access to that doorway
hidden in paradise
where lovers may meet
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a common yard lizard or George Jones ?
sunning in his Sunday best
eternal rest interrupted
forced to sing
about love
lost
watching from the window up above
that young man with the golden hair
fingering the pie “good night”
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George Jones is dead
shot from the hip
straight through the heart
by a bolt of white lightenin’
bye … bye … Miss American Pie
the levee is now dry
and she’s to blame
God damn Don McLean
the head librarian
just can’t get
Madonna singing that song
out of her brain
like a badly worded prayer
gurgling down the library drain
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I dare you to ask Don McLean to sing THAT SONG
ask him if he has donated toothpicks to the poor
“Brother, can you afford a dime ?”
tiny wooden spears
from a shirt pocket
swallow as many
as possible
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Don McLean is too busy
feeding the poor
and housing the homeless
no time for domestic violence
I’m sure he’d prefer to be
killing them softly with his song
rather than wooden toothpicks
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softly with his song
“Stairway to Heaven”
an especially slow version
coughing up tumors with splinters
at Costco, Paris Dylan purchases toothpicks
organic bamboo with no color, no printed words
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——Don McLean——
the school crossing guard
that they had to let go
he was scaring kids
————–a man who worshipped clarity of mind
not ecstatic transport
————–he tried to live in the woods
only to be overwhelmed with mischief
———0———
Don was known to march to the beat of a different drum
when he was arrested, he had bags of dog poop in his pockets
he had no dog
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was it all just crap?
Don McLean thought he had it all
a kind of love that would never die
enlightenment
even Vincent
all in the bag
after kissing Miss America Pie goodbye
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the book of the dictionary
where I reclined during youth
interwoven
Michael and the outside world
suddenly born, death was different
cruel accidents and murder, prison rot
people close up with dirty teeth and breath
closing the mouth is one thing
dirty underwear is another
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she took her pants off
her panties were crusty
I wanted to move on quickly
I wanted to say, “You dirty dog”
my mind was occupied with gymnastics
competing mental voices, Picasso would go anal
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I now seem to have a thing
for very tall women
nothing like lying down
and looking up 👁️⬆️👁️
to that stairway to heaven
in hot anticipation
of some scalding discipline
naked from stockings
to elevated belly button
just waiting to be kissed
like scaling Mountain Everest 🏔️
with a clitoris as big
as a baby’s clenched fist 👊👶
making a very tall woman
your unsympathetic dominatrix
with satisfaction
just out of reach 🖐️
scoldingly dismissive
of your ardent hardened attention
or simply your oversized bitch
submissively housebroken
verses down on all fours 🐾🐾
doggerel poetry at it’s best
I now seem to have a thing
for very tall women
but it’s got me beat 🪶
just where it came from 🤔🕶️
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thoughts of sodomy arrive
before fear of a real tsunami
SODOMY: memoir, travelogue
Baby Bird, it is all about versatility
that, and a prayer for empty space
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the first time that you look down
and see peanut butter
on your dick
the smell
between
prose and poetry
(+) transcend place and time
I was told to spit on my dick and stick it in
it wasn’t a pleasant sight, that hidden location
a million racing thoughts
the entire cheerleading squad
all of them, peanut butter free
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I was told that we are attached to beings in the afterlife
sweet biscuits the lot, floating faces
sadly, there are outcasts
a community
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promised
a clean path
a simple crawl
there are those
who lock their lips
to being fed by hand
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the wife constantly sanitizing
she can squat on your nose
physical eyes
to the unknown
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IF NOAH’S WIFE CAN’T MAKE IT TO HEAVEN
WHAT ARE OUR ODDS ?
—————————–
“For you, Naamah I give a loud acclaim of praise”
—————————–
DREAMS OF NAAMAH ON HER JOURNEY TO THE UNDERWORLD:
it comforted Noah
to see his wife
as the landscape
under the waters
Naamah was the garden of Noah
Naamah was Eden, pure and simple
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———0———
the moral bankruptcy of apes sleeping indoors
where art, music, and scribbled words are real
———0———
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at some point, apes moved indoors
Appalachian Apes, white and vibrant
prior to names and signatures
claw marks and scents
farming took over
CUTLERY
(+) the taste of metal
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it became necessary to clean the backside
immersion into the civilized world
pretty pictures and odd sounds
resources from the past
monologues (whimsies)
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your loving wife
her world so Disney
just a landscape beneath
the waters of the past, the future
eyes measure everything
those much deeper
they preach hate
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smoke some dope
enter the theatre
THE MEMORY
discontinuous
fragmented Michael
magic lantern, imagistic
heading for some mysterious goal
“I speak in ghost and listen with queasiness”
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the neighbors
keep track of your words
how you issue private sounds
possibly under the bed
to hear your penis weep
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Taylor Swift’s Anus Tour
subjected to a Penis inspired
terrorist attack in Amsterdam
Sadly … It was a total failure
as there’s too many Swifties
for this existence to endure
I told Taylor … “Frankly, my dear,
I don’t give a damn. What do you
expect when you dress like a
cheap trailer park whore?”
meanwhile … off in the distance
I hear the ghost of Joe Strummer
singing ‘Rock The Casbah’
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speaking in ghost
words make you a creator
not a creature, a no name
fingering the finger hole
the wife adequately paid
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ON THE SUBJECT OF TWAT:
“You pay for this …
but they give you that.”
~ Neil Young
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blurring boundaries
back of the room creatures
eating flesh directly from the bone
Mick Jagger was there with his goose neck dong
enormous lips and reconstructed eyes
everyone paranoid, he might fall
snap a limb, break a hip
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his circulation will stop
what does one do
with a Rolling Stone
twenty years past due ?
Mick the Blade no longer cuts with a clean edge
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entertainment gone wild, T. Swift on stage
no one noticed poison
in the water system
the circle of light
slowly closed
tight
HAYMAKING AND HARVESTING
T. SWIFT ON STAGE
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a stranger
in a strange land
doing time out of mind
with the fun loving Maoris
of New Zealand
delirium on crack cocaine
with the excitable natives
singing Rod Stewart songs
Maoris hand in hand
God help us
if they ever form a band
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Placebo
climate, topography, primates
the fear of mechanical clocks
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macabre skeletons
were on stage with T.S.
the stench of adolescents
loud noise as a commodity
(+) were others praying to escape ?
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YES & AMEN 🙏
the Tibetan throat singing
being emitted through
the primate drumbeats
from the various orifices
of the young and the restless
the old and the oblivious
unsolicited opinions
and mindless comments
it’s just too much to tolerate
not even a modest
Modernist such as T. S. Eliot
would stand for it
Yes … politics in the U.S.
has got totally ridiculous
Trump versus Harris!
The Orange Beast versus
The Totally Vacuous
could things get any sillier?
(if I say so myself
from the safety of distance)
will the obsequious voices
of antisocial media
inherit what’s left of Planet Earth?
the drumbeats of primates
. . . they have no answer
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passive creations
for passive consumption
apes in circles mirroring themselves
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Taylor Swift has reintroduced wolf into her DNA
she proudly thrusts her pelvis to the crowd
“Mount me if you dare”
tadpole size sperm
the big boys
please
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Multiple x Thank You Michael
Taylor Swift 🤔🕶️
regurgitating a toad 🐸
after swallowing a tadpole
an image I could do without 😱
MANY THANKS! 😎
much like that fairy tale about
a football playing frog 🏈
kissing Taylor’s pink hole 💋 🩷
then turning into a prince 👑
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gender surrenders to the rhythm of desire
schoolgirls take field trips to witness sex
from a safe distance
YES, one day
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a pearl necklace
from a safe distance
the dark side of the moon
succumbing to the rhythm
like a school boy
coming far too soon
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“playing on worn keys”
the sidelines of poetry
circus tent juxtaposition
of discrepant things
“I can see what was not before”
(+) rot/putrescence/black blood
verbal surfaces seem dangerous
(+) lodged in frozen photographs
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frozen photographs
carried around in the head
raw melodramas and sitcoms
birds and bees, normal behavior
reality unfolding outside a script
transparent fiction, surface depth
NO PLACE FOR YOUTH
the demands that elders place on young people
headaches and heartaches, wishes impossible to fulfill
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spheres of self
frozen in photographs
printed material occupies
no place in the world of apes
(+) taking part in history without words
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death involves being drowned
Noah holds your head under
you give it your all
but you are weak
and Noah
strong
DROWN INTO DEATH
the weight of the world
library letters and words
the rainbow colors of sin
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Noah doesn’t answer questions
He follows instructions
He holds you down
You drown
Noah has deflated
No longer the noble Ark
He takes back what was given
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sweating piss
the doctor informed me
that one can smell the Ark
prior to the heavenly voyage
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THE DOCTOR COMMENTED ON THE COLOR OF MY SWEAT
years of longing for something
makes a man sweat blue
“you’re already tinting the beyond”
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the blue beyond
bathed in yellow sunshine
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every time you fall
and scrape your knees
financial, devotional or sexual (?)
low-hanging fruit
poverty ignorant of fruitless days
self-restraint and delayed gratification
(+) miss the moment and it fades away
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Soon we’ll have the answer
to that timeless question
… Is there life on Mars?
There seems to be an ocean
of semen under the Mars surface
directly under a massive crater,
in the shape of an open vagina,
located on the opposite side of
the planet to the cydonia region
where you’ll find the Face of Mars
with a look of satisfaction.
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the principle of reciprocity
lights on or off
(+) the wife wants to be in a separate room
the principle of reciprocity
like they do at the zoo
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THE UNNERVING:
“bigger than”
“smaller than”
physique then personality
———0———
recreational sex long overdue
the wife with her sleet and slush
I am so thankful my anti-skid works
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skin-deep consciousness
the ferociously superficial
covers the surface of this existence
centrifugal force is essential
for keeping control
in a galaxy circling
the circumference of a black hole
reality is a multidimensional three ring circus
but peeking about from a hall of mirrors
it’s almost impossible to tell
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would you pay
to have thoughts
impossible to articulate (?)
a red-nosed sexual reindeer
preoccupied with honeymoon verbs
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lighthearted merriment at the Honeymoon Hotel
genitalia, exploration and punctuation
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FROM THE SWIMMING POOL
AT THE HONEYMOON HOTEL
“When I get that sinking feeling
I need a hit of chemical healing.”
~ A Friend On Ketamine
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crawl far enough up the average person’s behind
you’ll discover a Beanery
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sneak past the service entrance
of your average beanery
into the scullery of humanity
and you may discover
a chaotic world of beauty
grease stained
and rust encrusted … maybe
amongst the detritus and hepatitis
but some just come
for that bottomless cup of coffee
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A CHAOTIC WORLD OF BEAUTY
no matter the number of maps
you shove under my nose
I cannot locate
the Beanery
an outlaw-infested wilderness where wolves howl
and children walk on bloody bones
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sub-symbols with diverse implications
statuesque desires
—————————-the killer craving insensitive whores
women on the street with children
who will climb a ladder
permitting one a peek
no matter the number
no matter the gender
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living in a political world
where sex is a commodity
and fidelity has no currency
just about anything
can be bought or sold
if you’ve got the money, honey
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