The Happiness Report
from the pagan haven
of a guarded and gated
sunny seaside resort
Machine tooled
from a block of concrete
Then deposited
upon a mangrove swamp
along a once pristine coast
Now a checkpoint
and a guard tower
cast shadows
across the lungs of nature
dying of tourist cancer
“The voice of your brother’s blood
Is crying to me from the ground.”
Artwork: David B. Redpath ©2019-2023
As far as the East
is from the West
at the speed of desperate need
progress … a grab bag of plastic
all mixed up with curses blessed
by the priests of endless greed
Roaming the Never Never
an ancient and sacred land
where the secreted past
paves over a haunted future
Lingering upon the red desert sand
crimes not forgotten
A whisper from the Dreamtime
asking …
“Can all things be forgiven?”
‘An Allegory with Venus and Time’
… by Giovanni Battista Tiepolo
Meanwhile …
here on Planet Earth
A feline on the prowl
to the beat on the street
of an Allen Ginsberg howl
The walk, the talk, to stalk
To click the mouse
of an indiscreet meet and greet
Then hiss the growl
with some lone wolf
of nondescript sandwich meat
Continue reading “An Allegory . . .”
Hey Babe . . .
don’t you mess
with the Missionary Man!
He’s getting on
with that missionary plan
the best that he can
David Redpath 