Tower of Babel 2.0

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Sometimes I nap
snuggled up
to the screen
perchance to dream
downloading
the latest app
from Mother Machine
Like dancing
with no body
when fully jacked in
to my avatar lover
And though the birds
are outside singing
the bluetooth in my ear
keeps on biting
A great glob
of reblogging
and visions foreboding
of graveyard robbery
Amid the ghosts
of a million posts
haunted by the screams
of advertising streams
flooding this highway
of bloggery
To have
or have not?
To block
or have the lot
My cyber kingdom
to come
I am
the social medium

Prompt me
and you’ll get
a reaction
Yet battery
depleted
and all my entries
deleted
Lacking inspiration
Climbing mountains of trivia
to find hidden treasures
wearing just my pyjamas
Getting no satisfaction
in the cradle
of post civilisation
Could I handle
another book review
longer than the book?!
( I swear it’s true.)
Am I following
or being followed
by a social rabble
to the brand new
Tower of Babel?
No need for sandals
I can barefoot
across a desert
of broken hearts
laid bare
on algorithmic gravel
The poets
the dreamers
the bullies
and vandals
To sign out
or throw in my lot?
I am
the social me-diot

Is there
a grand plan?
Perhaps a new
and improved
upgraded
kind of man?
In the meantime
I skim … I scan
I link
Therefore I am
I swim
in an ocean of spam
I do not dive
down the deep end
I don’t stop
to think
before I send
Beware the bot
The illusion
of airbrushed
perfection
to show me
what’s hot
I need to follow
to be told
what’s what
Don’t hold back
My reply
will be instant
and immediate
So please please
like a lot
Just my keyboard
and me
on a spree
late into the night
downloading a riot
Streaking across
the firmament
of you favourite site
Uploading with
encrypted kryptonite
the Host with the most
For I long to be
the Saviour of all posts
the Anti Social
… Social Meteorite

Words & Image:
~ david redpath © 2018

A Poetic Warning

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A Poetic Warning

I remember
In a former life,
a time of bloodshed
and strife,
seeking the keys
to chaos and disorder
Wisdom ancient
and mystical knowledge
from the secret agent
up for sale
to the highest bidder
Brainwaves alpha
A flash of white light
and the clap of thunder
Had the drifter finally
landed upon a winner?

But just then,
Bob Dylan came
blowing his harmonica
in a psychedelic whirlwind,
tapping me on the shoulder,
singing a poetic warning;

“With a time rusted
compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
sits with Utopian hermit monks
side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises
of paradise
you will not hear a laugh
All except
inside the Gates of Eden”

~ by david redpath

Quote From ‘Gates of Eden’
~ by Bob Dylan

Artwork: ‘Beyond the Horizon’
~ by david redpath © 2018

Pitiful Me

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Collecting sincerities
like get well cards
after a multitude
of cosmetic surgeries
With the deepest
heartfelt sympathies
a matter of my
private insecurities
Poor poor pitiful me
My lover likes
to make love
late in the evening
till well past three
With abandoned glee
I prefer
to make love with her
in the morning
after a strong cup of tea
It would seem in between
I need to be resting
… seriously
This is why I must try
to keep on breathing
Lord have mercy
on poor poor pitiful me
~ anon

PhotoArt:
david redpath © 2018

Secret Happiness

Secret Happiness
Crossing oceans vast
Navigating the flowing
and swollen rivers
Following
the Siren’s song
through a past
of smoke and mirrors
Your spells
your scent
bid me hither
to the Bridge of Sighs
where and when
my lovely lies
The joy of arrival
The pain of your leaving
A question of survival
Always clinging
to hopes stirring
of our next awakening
with destiny ascending

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The Vulture Heavy

The Vulture Heavy

Obtaining + Maintaining
To the manor spawn
The poverty porn
of consumer society
Scraps from the table
amid claims of equality
Globalism …
trumps democracy
riding the dragon’s tail
of a war economy
Remote destruction
local prosperity
Back to basics?
The Minimalist
so fashionable and trendy
Sporting that
certain lack
The creed of greed
and the politics of envy
Who can you go to
to overturn
that buffet table?
The nightmare
is in your stable
and the vulture heavy
+ + +

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