Artwork by Multiple Michael;
“Religion is for people who fear hell, spirituality is for people who have been there.”
~ David Bowie
Just A Cellar Dweller
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War on Drugs
For Those Missing In Reaction
In the darkest of jungles
I’ve hunted & collected
black market creatures
spawned from the crooked deals
of the well healed and concealed
criminal classes
riding high with Pablo & Carlos
in an altered cosmos
where the likes of Escobar
is some kind of super star
and heartbroken mothers
are left to clean up the mess
forever counting the cost
The Gallery Slave
The Placebo Diaries (2)
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 —
The Hawaiian Motel
I had just checked in
to the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
and was defrosting slowly
with a block of black ice
and a bottle of Wild Turkey
when the news broke …
the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll
that Brylcreem Adonis
had gone to meet eternity
He could rhythm & blues
the whole jail house block
at the Heartbreak Hotel
in his blue suade shoes
Elvis “the Pelvis” Presley
He could even
gospel his way
to the edge of reality
Heaven’s pearly gates
now blown straight to hell
A pill overdose?
Or perhaps
a Cheeseburger Deluxe
was the guilty party?
Time will surely tell
as the red neon
of a No Vacancy sign
flickers on
at the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
Werewolf Déluge
“Just keep on walking!”
I saw a werewolf
with a hymn book in his hand
prowling around
as he sniffed the ground
from Jonestown to Gaza
He’s that well manicured gent
some say he is heaven sent
Huh, I’d like to meet his tailor
You can hear him howling
on your television set
Better not turn it on
Little old lady got bitten
late last night
Werewolves of religion again
. . . Ooh Ahh
A Rose🌹
It’s a nice day . . .
It’s a nice day for a Wookiee Wedding!
With Emporer Palpatine going, going,
gone, it’s a nice day to start again.
“Excellent!” ~ Darth Mall 😎
🎨 Artwork by Multiple Michael ©2021
Polar-Eyes
The Writing On The Wall
Can you hear
a whisper in the air
with that certain scent
the serene accent
of a reality much higher ?
Like the clockwork
of a Wagnerian concert
upon a flow of celestial power
Do you have an ear to hear?
When it comes down
to the state of your heart
. . . do you even care?
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