The Placebo Diaries (7)

Gloria the Head Huntress

and mud wrestler of splendour

forever in my thoughts

in her XL sized spandex dress

We first met

at the Double D Sports Bar

down by the railroad tracks

on the outskirts of Placebo Town

where we shared tequila shots

and spikes of crystallised comets

out back amongst the haystacks

but to her it was all business

as her brothers

the Warlocks of Crime

were locked up at the time

and it was down to her

to keep the workers in line

with a cold slap of the wrist

and a warm kiss of her fist

I never asked to meet her brothers

and I steered clear of her sister

Sweet Delilah the Philistine

a risk I could resist

as I didn’t wish to end up

chained between the pillars

at the Temple of Dagon

where the veins of many

were drained into one

As for Gloria herself

working The Double D Sports Bar

as ⭐ “Marilyn Mudroe . . .

the Mean Queen of Splatter!” ⭐

a fine specimen

of a battle hardened maiden

yet a princess of regal bearing

tall in the saddle

and bountiful of muscle

During the festive season

when the night portals

went off line

and Satan’s little helpers

were so hard to find

she would hold me tight

with a care package

of forgetfulness sublime

too sweet for the street

so I could tolerate

the family Christmas

surrounded by the ungrateful

and the jealously resentful

that I was not yet dead

Each year worse than the last

Gloria was all business

as she hunted for head

under alien skies

with her meteoric lust

thinly disguised

by the stardust in her eyes

but in her loneliness

under a shroud of darkness

I knew she longed for more

than shared needles

and the chemical caresses

of those Placebo Town nights

Something . . .

I just couldn’t give her

yet she ever

remains in my thoughts

the head huntress of madness

my mud wrestler of splendour

Gloria . . .

in her XL sized spandex dress

Words by David B. Redpath © 2023

Artwork 🎨 courtesy
of Multiple Michael © 2023

https://multiplemichael.wordpress.com/2023/02/26/jupiter-florida-three/

Gloria In XL Spandex

~ by David B. Redpath © 2023

Gloria Invictus
(in her manifestation as Marilyn Mudroe)

~ by David B. Redpath © 2023

37 thoughts on “The Placebo Diaries (7)”

    1. Only by the hairs on my chinny chin chin,
      Basilike. Those Warlocks of Crime don’t
      take any prisoners. Fortunately for me
      they didn’t mind their sister keeping me
      as a plaything. Nonetheless, Gloria did
      like to play rough ⚔️🖤 🛠️🥊😎
      God . . . I miss her!

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    1. Thank you, Timothy 🙏
      In reality I did try my best to extract
      some surreal from the madness of
      Placebo Town . . . but then, I do get
      easily abstracted. Thankfully I have
      Multiple Michael to blame for that 😎

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    1. Thanks for attending the screening,
      Christopher. Your reviews are always
      greatly appreciated 🙏 😎 I often ask
      myself … what would Federico Fellini
      do if he was a broke baroque fantasist
      poet down on his luck in Placebo Town?
      The answer is ever the same. Without any
      doubt, he’d dolce vita the best that he can.

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    1. Thanks for your considerate
      consideration, Anna 🙏
      Perhaps the flip side of pure passion
      is true compassion 🤔🕶️

      “Take delight in the Lord, and he will
      give you the desires of your heart.”❤️‍🔥

      ~ King David

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