The Big Get Even
Perhaps it was too much
for the Sindicate to accept
such a substantial loss
Understandably upset
they put out
a 24 hour contract
on poor Leon
their number one suspect
Goons with prison haircuts
packing serious heat
under ponchos and anoraks
were scouring the streets
For the children
of a grand delusion
who never stopped dreaming
For those hurting
through all the loving
and the loathing
who fell
chasing their own tail
like a sacrificial offering
to a reflection glistening
four sheets to the wind
and under the full sail
of a fevered imagination
Mother Ethiopia ~ by David B. Redpath
(pix-elation) © 2022
“Religion that God our Father accepts
as pure and faultless is this:
to look after orphans and widows
in their distress and to keep oneself
from being polluted by the world.”
~ Book of James
Utopia ~ by David B. Redpath
(acrylic on canvas) © 2018-2022
“Man is born free, and
everywhere he is in chains.
Those who think themselves
the masters of others are indeed
greater slaves than they.”
“I prefer liberty with danger
than peace with slavery.”
“No man has any natural authority
over his fellow men.”
“Everything is good as it comes
from the hands of the Maker of
the world, but degenerates once
it gets into the hands of man.”
“I perceive God everywhere
in His works. I sense Him in me;
I see Him all around me.”
“Falsehood has an infinity
of combinations, but truth has
only one mode of being.”
“What wisdom can you find
greater than kindness?”
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Las Meninas Placebos
that sacred place
at the crossroads of existence
where piece by piece
Pablo disassembled his muses
upon a wafer of painted canvas
a sculptured vivisection
a patchwork of stained-glass
the transubstantiation
of a new wine frozen in time
the sacrament of broken flesh
a surgeon’s scalpel
the artist’s brush
Bursting forth
from the Hotel Eden
a thunderous explosion
The trembling earth
cracked wide open
as from the fiery breath
of a vengeful dragon
Smoke and dust swirling
Grasping flames
Hot tongues of venom
Shattered glass descending
as vicious rain
over everything broken
The dead and the dying
a shrine to destruction
Upon the bloodied lips
of dazed confusion
a burning question . . .
“How could a loving God
allow this to happen?”
David Redpath 