Author: David Redpath
He Eat Dolce Vita (Revised ’26)
He fly da vulture
He do stranger danger
He swamp da monster
He got winner envy
He lose by plenty
(Back in Twenty-Twenty
a geriatric beauty contest for
the filthy wealthy rich only)
From one son
Of a carpetbagger
To another son
Of a used car salesman
He cry loudly “Mummy!”
Now he ‘Don da Teflon’
Dat King of Redaction
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He Crypto A Go-Go 💰
He no go hungry
He no good bunny
El Malo Samaritano
Realmente . . . Sí
He look orange monkey
He da sunshine faker
He hound dog brother
He da Beastie’s bestie
He some mother trucker
Be dat Rosemary’s baby
The Used Lover Blues (2)
An Aegean Odysseum (Redux)
Once I had lover
of Olympian splendour
Nightly she would come to me
as the goddess Aphrodite
in a full blown frenzy
of insatiable desire
Lost in her lustful pleasure
I was driven half crazy
(Aphrodite being half human)
Yet at the break of dawn
she’d miraculously transform
into Athena
Zeus’s warlike daughter
the born again virgin
with her divinity fully intact
all pent up
in a vesuvian rage
and ready to attack
Her bronze age wisdom
wielded as a deadly weapon
Was I just her Troy Boy to be used
and then abandoned come the morning?
Multiple Shades Of Red
The Used Lover Blues (3)
A Pantheon of Seduction (Redux)
As a naïve teenager
of unsullied Innocence
I was ruthlessly seduced
by a Grecian lover
who’s pagan charm
( of grievous bodily harm
to any a mere mortal )
all sensual and mysterious
was in truth impossible
for a curious youth
such as my good self
to ever resist
She of a higher power
from lofty Mount Olympus
the erotically reckless
exotic goddess … Aphrodite
Was it her insatiable desire
that so graciously
nearly killed me with her
all consuming divinity?
Raspberry Sorbet
The Used Lover Blues (4)
An Epicurean Conundrum:
Carnal The Bristle
Mortal The Brush
Forever That Hunger
Of A Celestial Rush
A hasty summit commences
upon Mount Olympus
amongst some random Immortals
(Not the fictional entities
of Harry Potter, but the fanciful
deities of a bygone era)
with an opening statement
from Demeter . . .
the much revered Earth Mother;
For Far Too Long
. . . or not long enough?
The Malingering
seven long months
convalescing
like some earth bound wraith
unwelcomed
upon consecrated ground
whilst circling the deepest abyss
of some malevolent virus
to which I had no resistance
hellbent on my imminent death
in my weakness
in the darkness
faith put to the test
with a living dose
of heavenly strength
Abraham In Common . . .
yet marked by Cain, over and over again
. . . with enough blame to go around
in this religiously vicious tribal game.
Completion
complete within itself
the truth is simple
creation a kaleidoscope
exponential by nature
and endlessly ample
reality is a prism
for many a prison
in a wasteland of oppression
for some a revelation
given a sweet taste
of heavenly amplification
