M.M.;
——- we who occupy ourselves
——- fear the rainbow
——- in our shadows
who dares measure the contours
of Placebo Town?
the kingdom outside the Placebo Walls
— the lunatic fringe —
M.M.;
——- we who occupy ourselves
——- fear the rainbow
——- in our shadows
who dares measure the contours
of Placebo Town?
the kingdom outside the Placebo Walls
— the lunatic fringe —
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
It’s a nice day for a Wookiee Wedding!
With Emporer Palpatine going, going,
gone, it’s a nice day to start again.
“Excellent!” ~ Darth Mall 😎
🎨 Artwork by Multiple Michael ©2021
https://multiplemichael.wordpress.com/2020/08/18/david-redpath-plate-two-12/
Can you hear
a whisper in the air
with that certain scent
the serene accent
of a reality much higher ?
Like the clockwork
of a Wagnerian concert
upon a flow of celestial poetry
Do you have an ear to hear?
When it comes down
to the state of the heart
do you even care?
🔆 🔆 🔆 🔆 🔆 🔆 🔆
“Hope has two beautiful daughters;
their names are Anger and Courage.
Anger at the way things are,
and Courage to see that they do not
remain as they are.”
~ Saint Augustine
Artwork;
David Redpath © 2020
I just don’t care
who you follow
the stuff that you say
and what you think
that you know
In the deepest despair
from way down below
through haunted streets
I’ve driven that manic
and heavy traffic
to a place where
even the light retreats
And I’ve known
the sweetest caress
of a gentle whisper
that roared like a tempest
through my very soul