I had just checked in
to the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
and was defrosting slowly
with a block of black ice
and a bottle of Wild Turkey
when the news broke …
the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll
that Brylcreem Adonis
had gone to meet eternity
He could rhythm & blues
the whole jail house block
at the Heartbreak Hotel
in his blue suade shoes
Elvis “the Pelvis” Presley
He could even
gospel his way
to the edge of reality
Heaven’s pearly gates
now blown straight to hell
A pill overdose?
Or perhaps
a Cheeseburger Deluxe
was the guilty party?
Time will surely tell
as the red neon
of a No Vacancy sign
flickers on
at the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
In the rage
of a new age
the world got fed up
with Doris Day
on a Candy Mountain high
and the Everly Brothers
eating Miss American Pie
Next up
the King of Pop
Then it was
all boys
all singing
all dancing
upon purgatory’s rooftop
“Please make it stop!”
All this lip syncing
The Head Lice
now producing
painted wagons
with ponies prancing
butts twerking
and lights flashing
The television reality
of instant celebrity
following the money
always flowing
in one direction
The Keepers of the Deep
their ears assaulted
like sea water desalination
Even the shallows insulted
Yet the minnows
keep on singing
and dancing
The discordant
and the harmonic
The angelic and the demonic
What’s the destination
of all this synthetic
heavy metallic thrashing?
Surging between
heaven and hell
riding a turgid wave
upon a tidal swell
with one last
throw of the dice
after abiding too long
at the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
A humble dwelling
on a crumbling surface
for the Kings and Queens
of Apotheosis
living between the dream
of that same old lie . . .
“You too can be
Gods and Goddesses!”
Lost children
orphans searching
an endless ocean
Judas Priest will now
hear your confession
Spiritosis ~
is now in session
with all the morality
of a Caribbean hurricane
carving a dark path
to an eventful horizon
Eros now given
a life lesson in humility
by the ungrateful dead
and the forever dying
as Artemis
begins her seance
The usual suspects
are all in attendance
With the gutters now open
and overflowing
through the eye
of an unnatural storm
comes an utterance
daring to be spoken
to Eros from Isis;
“I’ll be waiting for you
in the deepest blue ocean,
my dearest Eros.
And please forget
all about that tramp, Psyche.
She’ll just drive you crazy.
Do not listen
to her teasing sighs.
As for Venus,
she has a trap hidden
between her thighs.
So please,
keep your fly done up
and your eyes on my prize.
Or have you forgotten
what that Venus did
to poor innocent Orion?”
Man not fallen
far from the apple
when booking into a room
at the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
The reminiscence
of pure Venus
That lingering kiss
Living for just
another brief glimpse
Chewing the betel nut
and drinking the kava
from Copacabana
to South West Nirvana
Eros chased that
Great Eastern Dragon
from Graceland
to Brian Jonestown
and back again
Yet the Garden of Eden
was nowhere to be found
At least not in Guyana
Meanwhile
the Memphis Adonis
had fallen
His kingdom undone
All the King’s bodyguards
and all the King’s fans
couldn’t put Elvis together again
There is no known vaccine
for that vainglorious virus
So Eros
on a tattered wing
without a prayer
and no satisfaction
took to the aquatic
like a duck
takes to acid
Darkness in white light
diving the bright
and the exotic
Finding Venus
paragliding with Artemis
and all the hip cats
of the restless seas
being pursued
by a hound dog disease
and playing all sorts
of water sports
with bad company
continuously transmitting
Blue Suede recklessness
into a monochrome wilderness
with rebellious clarity
Eros
his skin salted
stone washed
and with a bad case
of nautical hepatitis
seeking a life boat
that floats
Lou Reed?
Yes indeed!
David Bowie too
Comes a time
to take a sounding
The chaotic extremity
forever thirsting
for a poetic blood letting
The Brylcreem Adonis
he need not worry
as the Emperors of Captivity
are forever disapproving
of any gratuitous
pelvic thrusting
With Eros
emaciated and dilated
riding that king tide swell
to wells deep
and outpouring
by the waters of Babylon
close to drowning
whilst chilling
with the toxic thrill
of a killer false alarm
The ever disarming Psyche
gently whispering to Eros
all washed up
but breathing still
“I meant you no harm.”
and with a smile enquiring
“Have you not had your fill?”
Such are
the mortal memories
of a now distant
Mount Olympus
Just as
the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
has long since
been torn down
And that tropical coast
is now a high rise jungle
No longer a Shangri-La
but a defiled concrete urinal
Yet … it seems
I’ve been stuck with the bill
since Venus left town
for some mystical utopia
And Eros
he’s grieving still
for idols fallen
dished up much too soon
with a golden spoon
named Liberté Maximale
the Maximum of Freedom
Eros has since
had some operation
like a siamese twin
type seperation
with Psyche the Delectable
as his trusted surgeon
And as for
the Memphis Adonis
who can tell?
He is still listed
amongst the missing
Missing the bedbugs
at that flea bitten
God forsaken
Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
~ by David B. Redpath © 2018-2021
Artwork; ‘The Birth of Venus’
~ by Sandro Botticelli
Photography;
David B. Redpath © 2018-2021
Sculpture; ‘Venus’ ~ by Jeff Koons
Photography;
Mark Clarebrough © 2021
Xcellent!
LikeLiked by 5 people
Thanks kindly, John.
LikeLiked by 2 people
😂Hotel California on an acid trip!
LikeLiked by 5 people
Acid does tend to strip the veneer off
☢️☣️😎
LikeLiked by 4 people
😂
LikeLiked by 4 people
Mythology rocking at the house of the rising sun. They tried a metallic beat pumping blood into that dive. The sandman booked them in the city of decadent decay but it was like they swallowed a bad seed. they left Vegas and nothing stayed there except they lost their voice. They hanged ten for surf city Pasadena turned out it was kind of a drag. They took a day tripper and awoke at the Hawaiian Hotel. The new lead singer was a Psycho bitch, with a jealous lover Venus was her name. They were a hit until the Kings of Leon kicked them off the throne, it was a comeback story for them. They were left looking out their back door for life. Isn’t that how the story goes? 😎😬
LikeLiked by 5 people
The burden of Eric and his animals,
to play the electric villain and rock
the folk out of an unplugged Dylan.
A mutant variant who had withstood
the inoculation of time.
In accordance with the Creedance,
looking out the back door of infinite
space, seeking the clear water, is no
high crime. Survival 🔄 Revival
May your Nubian sun dance ever be
with the Optimus Prime, mysterious
fellow traveller 🙏 🌸🌼🌺 ☮️ 😎
LikeLiked by 4 people
😁✌🏻👏🏻 💯🎬🥇🏆😎🍄
LikeLiked by 3 people
Day tripping through decades or eons maybe, mythological speakease 😎🤯
LikeLiked by 4 people
Time ⌚ does keep slipping🌀
into the future 🌊🔮 according
to Steve Miller …
LikeLiked by 4 people
😀
LikeLiked by 2 people
In a time warp
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sg-vgGuTD8A
LikeLiked by 3 people
It is horrifically astounding 🕸️⚰️🦇😱
LikeLiked by 2 people
a psychedelic gallimaufry of references, David; I like ‘the defiled concrete urinal’ ; will take a few readings, David, to appreciate the tumbling tumescence of imagination herein 🙂
LikeLiked by 6 people
Thank you muchly, John 🙏
Gallimaufry is bound up in the heart
of this child of the wild, John. The rod
of prohibition only drove me to a land
of Viva La Revolution, where there’s no need to be timid about an outstanding
tumescence in a hotbed rebellion 😎
LikeLiked by 2 people
LOL !! I love that phraze ‘the rod of prohibition’ almost as much as ‘outstanding tumescence ‘ 🙂
LikeLiked by 4 people
As the Dylan once said …
“Although the masters
make the rules
for the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.”
LikeLiked by 4 people
reminds me of that great Justin Townes Earl song’ Harlem River Blues’
LikeLiked by 3 people
I did see him on Dave Letterman
a few years back. He did kind of
steal the show …
LikeLiked by 2 people
if you don’t know the song, David: check it out; it’s very prescient and it’s a show stopper of a song; I’ve played it over and over
LikeLiked by 3 people
In the end it all comes together on that big rock and roll stage in the sky!
LikeLiked by 4 people
Indeed, JTT!
That’s where the angelic orchestra
gets it together with the audio, and
video, all amplified through the big
sound mixer … in the sky 😎
LikeLiked by 2 people
This is the second time in two days someone has posted “Spirit in the Sky.” Of course I had to listen both times. There must be something in air . . .
LikeLiked by 4 people
Yes indeed, Liz! 👌The zeitgeist
of yore, full of one hit wonders,
is well worth an encore 🎶
LikeLiked by 2 people
Indeed it is!
LikeLiked by 3 people
Excellent, David.
I love your mixing the gods of rock ‘n roll with the gods and goddesses of ancient mythology.
Particularly love the line about Venus having a trap between her thighs so have “your fly done up”.
And of course the fate of the Brylcream Adonis.
Being in the Surfers’ Paradise Hawaiian Motel must have been quite the experience.
LikeLiked by 5 people
I was lucky to get out of that motel
alive, now that you mention it Chris.
Several guests choked to death on
their Hawaiian Cheeseburger Surprise
right before my very eyes 👁️🍔👁️
That motel’s buffet breakfast special.
The surprise was a grilled cane toad
stuffed inside a battered pineapple.
In Surfer’s Paradise you have little
choice but to eat copious amounts
of pineapple, like it or not. Sadly, I’m
now allergic … to cane toad, as well
as pineapple 🐸🍍
LikeLiked by 3 people
Brilliant. 🖤
LikeLiked by 4 people
Thank you, Amber 🙏
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks for the trip! I’m so happy Judas Priest was there to hear my confession! This was really great David ☺️👍
LikeLiked by 4 people
You’re very welcome, Christine 💛
The confessional was over much
too soon on that particular summer
vacation. Way back when the tropical
waters were pristine, with no floating
plastic to be seen, a little venture
to Paradise was worth the trip 🏝️ 😎
LikeLiked by 2 people
Excellent 👏👏👏
LikeLiked by 4 people
Merci beaucoup 🙏 😎
LikeLiked by 1 person
De rien 😊
LikeLiked by 2 people
Love your imagery and references to rock n rollers and mythology. I especially love Artemis 🙂 Thanks for the music videos everyone. I listen to Bruce Cockburn….amazing guitarist, lyricist, social justice activist and spiritual guy!
LikeLiked by 4 people
An Olympian thank you, Katelon 🏔️
No hunt would be complete without
Artemis riding shotgun upfront 😎
As with Dylan, the Poet Laureate of
Rock ‘n’ Roll, poetry set to music
is a spiritual doorway for the soul.
LikeLiked by 2 people
“You too can be Gods and Goddesses!” You have, once again, hit the nail on the head. While you may adopt an irreverent approach, David, your theology is invariably sound.
LikeLiked by 4 people
Thank you, Anna 🙏💛
After much umming and arring
regarding a life spent ever erring,
I made this heart rending offering.
When it comes to soul searching,
relevance versus reverence?
That is a question worth asking.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Indeed. Artemis was also know as a guardian of nature and wildlife, a healer and midwife 🙂
LikeLiked by 4 people
Certainly an all round goddess.
A genuine wonder woman 💪
as befits a daughter of Zeus⚡
LikeLiked by 3 people
Artemis…don’t know how I ended up misspelling it.
LikeLiked by 3 people
All across the Human Empire,
as Artemis continues to cast her
amorous spell, she manifests in
a multitude of spellings 🤔
In Hollywood she’s now called
Wonder Woman, or even Diana
to those who dare to be overly
familiar … as they tend to be
in the U. S. of A. 😎
LikeLiked by 3 people
Framing her as Wonder Woman is how Hollywood cheapens her and turns into a one dimensional ass kicker. Her depth of love for nature, animals, humanity, herbs, healing is so light based and extends way beyond stars and stripes and swords. Grrr.
LikeLiked by 2 people
It’s all about the money, Honey 💵
LikeLiked by 2 people
Άρτεμις …
yes it is hard to spell
if you’re not Greek 😎
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow, David. What a weave! I need a 2nd & 3rd read on this. Loving it though🙂. Keep on.
Pat
LikeLiked by 4 people
My dream weaving shortcoming,
Pat, as I’ll go to any length for a
twill 😎 Thanks for interlacing 🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person
No problem😀
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yep I sure missed your words. Excellent stuff. Funny I just saw Eros with a leaf blower and two left shoes running away from the cops….
LikeLiked by 4 people
A rampant Eros is always bound
for trouble, Cara … but I do hope
there’s a happy ending to the story 😎
LikeLiked by 1 person
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
LikeLiked by 4 people
🙏👈😎👉☮️
LikeLiked by 2 people
Just as Elvis cranked out those films in the 60s (thank you NOT Colonel Parker for hiding him from live performances), this poetic journey takes us on a final trip with the King. Would anyone like a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich?
LikeLiked by 4 people
YUM❗Goodness gracious,
a whole lotta fryin’ going on 🍳
Great sandwiches of fire 🔥🍌
But better skip the Cheeseburger
Deluxe, as I don’t have a wooden
heart 💔 Talking of which, those
Elvis movies were rather cheesy.
Obviously it took girls, girls, girls,
and money, to keep the Colonial
happy 🤠 Especially in Hawaii 🏝️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wild words, and always love the images David… looking swell I might add. Keep serving with that golden ladle. :)) 💛🍵🔆🥳😇
LikeLiked by 4 people
So glad you got a Queen sized
helping, Lia 💛 No silver spoon
could handle the heated serving.
I tried my best, but sadly, many
melted in the process. May they
find rest in the cutlery afterlife
drawer of peace ☮️ 😎
LikeLiked by 2 people
😂 the cutlery afterlife drawer of peace!
That actually sounds like a wonderful place to be…
👼🧘🏼♂️🌤👌 … probably lots of spooning. ;)) 🤓
LikeLiked by 2 people
Tis the drawer
in the celestial middle
way over the moon
where a stray cat
keeps his fiddle
and some dish
ran away with my spoon 😎
LikeLiked by 3 people
Well as long as the forks and knives are left with your repartee,
it’ll be their boon. 😇🍴😉💛
LikeLiked by 4 people
As long a the Cork Screw
is running the cutlery drawer
we’re all chop sticks 🤔
LikeLiked by 2 people
Not sure what the fork that means David 😀
but it definitely doesn’t sound pleasant. 🧐
Would prefer a teaspoon (or ladle) of heaven. :)) 🍵😇
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yes, better a lovin’ spoonful
of diamonds 💎 than a plastic
pandemic in a teacup ☕🌀 😎
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yep 😦
LikeLiked by 2 people
Good one!
LikeLiked by 3 people
Thanks, Bruce 👍😎
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s a shame there is no vacancy…I’ve heard dreams can come true in blue hawaii. Watch out for that black ice, Ive heard it makes ya howl like a hound dawg….
LikeLiked by 2 people
Fantastic!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you for the positivity.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Welcome !
LikeLiked by 2 people