We're all on a road to somewhere.
Mr. Fire-ring Philanthropy
of the Wall Street Diddle
and effluent magnate
of all things plastic
that float upon the sea …
to whom do you compare?
31 million light years away
in the centrifugal centre
of the Whirlpool Galaxy
lies a hungry black hole
All stardust to recycle
somewhere way past
the Milky Way’s middle
What the Rock Soul Brother?!
Multiple Refurbishments
~ by Michael
‘Poetry of America –
The Cosmic Athletes’
~ by Salvador Dali
Everybody knows
that the dice are loaded.
Everybody rolls
with their fingers crossed.
Everybody knows the war is over.
Everybody knows the good guys lost.
Everybody knows the fight was fixed.
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich.
That’s how it goes.
Everybody knows.
And everybody knows
that it’s now or never.
Everybody knows
that it’s me or you.
And everybody knows
that you live forever,
ah, when you’ve done a line or two.
Everybody knows the deal is rotten.
Old Black Joe’s still pickin’ cotton
for your ribbons and bows.
And everybody knows.
~ Leonard Cohen
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‘The Angler’
~ by David B. Redpath © 2019
‘Heavy and Metal
Industrialised Refreshment’
The spiritual home of Whopper Culture.
Reigning Mustard …
in the Hall of the Fast Food King.
The Missionary … San Pepsi,
Patron Saint of the Junk Food State
and the Grand Wholly Processed High Carbohydrate.
The Converts …
Obesity & Malnutrition
dished up on one plate
in the developing world,
where the profits are great!
Photography :
David B. Redpath © 2017-19
Or … the Salvador dialling?
‘Lobster Phone’ ~ by Salvador Dali
Must be Dali calling !?
NO EXITS ~ EXIST ON
In the car park
of a stark oblivion
best to leave
your engine running
Don’t plug the spark
Don’t phone it home
all on your own
in the brooding dark
If you’ve got the app
of a beating heart
with an overflowing cup
don’t text it to the exit
like some Brexit
lost in transit
with Boris in the forest
So therefore go forth
and Sexit up …
if you really must
