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!”
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
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.;
sad to say
they test you
and your DNA
goes on an index card
your most primitive fears
are then known and calibrated
the Beast will come to town
to bargain
he will take everything
and leave nothing behind
D.R.;
At the Honeymoon Hotel
my helix was double crossed
with a fix straight from hell,
and then spliced with a piece
of alien dental floss.
At great cost to the boss
I was given a choice to break free
of that spell in the land of the lost,
where a lamentable mutation
is condemned to endless replication,
generation after generation.
Always regretting something
it just can’t put a finger on,
and dreaming of getting back
to that Garden of Eden.
David Redpath 