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Category: Poetry
The Diamond Creek Dogs
Shades of Junk
Junk in school
Junk on the street
Junk is lurking
every place
that people meet
There’s nowhere safe
Can you stand the heat?
Best be cool
and fast on your feet
Junk that cheats
and is hard to beat
Used Lover Blues (1)
An Epicurean Aegean Odyssey
In a time of epic turmoil
and unsurpassable bliss
I had this diaphanous lover
a fair goddess
from far off Mount Olympus
Was it all that wrong?
Upon her golden lyre
she knew just how to play
my favourite song
setting my heart on fire
with unquenchable desire
for her heavenly body
all night long
Heterodyne
Social engineering
dressed up
in the drag
of state religion
A trick of the tail
that sting of tradition
Taboos and hoodoos
male and female
two sides of the one
multifaceted coin
Far too many
a lost penny
spent in a storm
Spurned and torn
for just being born
The Placebo Diaries (4)
D.R.;
After a fatal incision
of self infliction
I attended the autopsy
of humanity high on LSD
It was a questionable decision
. . . but that’s just me
The event was well advertised;
“Come witness the Mystery and
Rebellion at the World Famous
⭐ CARNIVAL of CARNALITY ⭐
~ Where The Flesh Is Weak
And The Clowns Are Hungry!”
La Coco Mojo Trobada
Looking for hidden treasure
in the doing of serious leisure
at the exotic Coco Mojo bar
I’m ordering yet another
mango mojito
whilst listening to Mojo JuJu
singing her native tongue
as that Coral Sea
keeps on brightly glistening
in the tropical morning sun
The Placebo Diaries (3)
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
To Him They Belong
Down to sleep
their souls to keep
Vulnerable
innocent and meek
Somewhere
below life’s glitter
pure evil seeps
from a broken gutter
grim trauma to reap
Innocence shattered
beyond all hope
as mothers weep
Watch out now
Take care
Beware
Given enough rope
all things dark
and fearful
… into the deep
Empathogenesis
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 