When I abandon my home spirit
things start to grow weary.
As painful memories consume me
how will I know to never look back at anger?
The morning smell begs
creativity wants its place it calls haven.
New areas & new faces
adjusting to spark for inspiration,
but as time goes by,
the years bring me to decay.
My real home is where I belong –
If I don’t return, then I might as well drive myself
into complete madness.
Over @dVerse, Abhra has us writing on coming home.
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CHARLIE, WE HAVE TAKEN SO MANY SNAPSHOTS OF EACH OTHER
A WAREHOUSE OF PHOTOS OF OUR EXTERIORS
SUPERSTITIOUS FEARS AND SAVAGE RITUALS
ALL THOSE AVANT-GARDE BOOKS PUBLISHED IN EUROPE
FLARF IS LIKE LAZARUS BACK FROM THE DEAD
I UNDERSTAND YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR TEETH
LITTLE WHITE PROSTITUTES IN YOUR MOUTH
Multiplemichael, WE HAVE TAKEN SO MANY SNAPSHOTS OF EACH OTHER
A WAREHOUSE OF PHOTOS OF OUR EXTERIORS
SUPERSTITIOUS FEARS AND SAVAGE RITUALS
ALL THOSE AVANT-GARDE BOOKS PUBLISHED IN EUROPE
FLARF IS LIKE LAZARUS BACK FROM THE DEAD
I UNDERSTAND YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR TEETH
LITTLE WHITE PROSTITUTES IN YOUR MOUTH
home definitely has a call..and i imagine never being able to return to it would drive one crazy…
this one feels a bit different than your typical faire my friend…its much more contemplative
and straight forward…
Thank you Brian…I just wanted to say what was on my mind. Also, do something different. 🙂
Charlie.. a wisdom here.. of course your home should be where where you are.. there should be no other home.. right now you’re here
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
~Socrates
it’s that belong we all long for… i pictured the shedding of skin here… out come that lovely butterfly
The shedding of skin is me wanting to be at home or returning to my natural resources.
CHARLIE, REMEMBER WHEN YOU SAID THAT THE PEOPLE
CLOSEST TO YOU SMELLED LIKE ANTS ?
I NEVER COMMENTED AT THE TIME
BUT I WAS THINKING
WHAT THE HELL DO ANTS SMELL LIKE ?
STRANGE HOW AT THE AGE OF 160 YEARS
LIFE HAS BECOME A NOSTALGIC COMEDY OF RECOLLECTION
YOUR FLING WITH ADOLESCENCE HAS FADED
YOU MAY NEVER RETURN HOME
YOU MAY NEVER BELONG
YOU MAY HAVE TO SAIL AWAY
*puritanical constraints in boxes packed
MULTIPLE-MICHAEL, REMEMBER WHEN YOU SAID THAT THE PEOPLE
CLOSEST TO YOU SMELLED LIKE ANTS ?
I NEVER COMMENTED AT THE TIME
BUT I WAS THINKING
WHAT THE HELL DO ANTS SMELL LIKE ?
STRANGE HOW AT THE AGE OF 160 YEARS
LIFE HAS BECOME A NOSTALGIC COMEDY OF RECOLLECTION
YOUR FLING WITH ADOLESCENCE HAS FADED
YOU MAY NEVER RETURN HOME
YOU MAY NEVER BELONG
YOU MAY HAVE TO SAIL AWAY
*puritanical constraints in boxes packed
Charlie, a fine departure from pure Flarf, a terrific poem about the soul aspects of our homing instinct; like the line /the morning smell brings creativity/ You are too kind for your comments on my site; I like & admire your talent as well.
Home is where we belong ~ I like the softer side of Charlie, smiles ~
Home is where the soul finds comfort… no matter what, if you don’t have a place to call home, something always feels off… btw, this is a nice change of pace for you Charlie! I appreciate all your styles tho; never change to satisfy others buddy 🙂
Recognizing and carrying your “home spirit” with you brings comfort no matter where you are physically or mentally. Nice write.
I’ve learned this by now: Nothing is more important to creativity than a good, well-chosen home environment with all its, maybe corny, personal properties of your own choice.
I HAVE HEARD TALK THAT YOU HAVE BEEN DISCARDED
IF YOU GIVE UP THE SHIP, PLEASE DONATE YOUR BODY TO SCIENCE
YOUR TORTURE CHAMBER PRISON CAN BE A LABORATORY TO ANOTHER
YOU CAN BECOME A REFERENCE POINT
FAR FROM THE WORLD OF DISCIPLINE AND SADO-MASOCHISTIC FLARF
I WILL ALWAYS THINK OF YOU HANDCUFFED TO WORDS
POSSIBLY NAKED ALTHOUGH IT IS OFTEN DIFFICULT TO SEE YOUR NUDITY
A LIFE OF ALTER EGOS AND HABITUAL POETIC RITUALS
ALL THOSE INSATIABLE WOMENFOLK SURROUNDING YOU
CINDERELLA AND ANNE SEXTON AND OTHER ODD RECTAL SMELLS
WAVE BYE-BYE, CHARLIE—-YOU WILL BE A RESOURCE ON THE OTHER SIDE
I HAVE HEARD TALK THAT YOU HAVE BEEN DISCARDED
IF YOU GIVE UP THE SHIP, PLEASE DONATE YOUR BODY TO SCIENCE
YOUR TORTURE CHAMBER PRISON CAN BE A LABORATORY TO ANOTHER
YOU CAN BECOME A REFERENCE POINT
FAR FROM THE WORLD OF DISCIPLINE AND SADO-MASOCHISTIC FLARF
I WILL ALWAYS THINK OF YOU HANDCUFFED TO WORDS
POSSIBLY NAKED ALTHOUGH IT IS OFTEN DIFFICULT TO SEE YOUR NUDITY
A LIFE OF ALTER EGOS AND HABITUAL POETIC RITUALS
ALL THOSE INSATIABLE WOMENFOLK SURROUNDING YOU
CINDERELLA AND ANNE SEXTON AND OTHER ODD RECTAL SMELLS
WAVE BYE-BYE, MULTIPLE-MICHAEL—-YOU WILL BE A RESOURCE ON THE OTHER SIDE
SORRY, DIDN’T HEAR A WORD YOU SAID
BUSY COUNTING—DOWN BEAT, SECOND BEAT
TRYING TO KNOW WHERE EVERYONE IS AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT
FLARF IS LIKE JAZZ—ENTHUSIASTIC AND OFTEN OUT OF CONTROL
HAVE YOU TRIED THOSE ADULT DIAPERS WITH THE FLARF POUCH ?
A CONSCIOUS ARTIFICE WHICH ALLOWS THE POET TO MANUFACTURE
THE HERE AND NOW OF MANURE—NO MORE CONFLICT
WITH THE DISRUPTIVE MOVEMENTS—JUST DROP AND GO
I KNOW YOU WERE EDUCATED TO SUPPRESS YOUR POOP
BUT IN 2014 FREUD AND OBAMA ARE OUT THE WINDOW
YOU ARE NO LONGER JUST A POWERLESS PIECE ON THE CHESSBOARD
SORRY, MULTIPLE-MICHAEL DIDN’T HEAR A WORD YOU SAID
BUSY COUNTING—DOWN BEAT, SECOND BEAT
TRYING TO KNOW WHERE EVERYONE IS AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT
FLARF IS LIKE JAZZ—ENTHUSIASTIC AND OFTEN OUT OF CONTROL
HAVE YOU TRIED THOSE ADULT DIAPERS WITH THE FLARF POUCH ?
A CONSCIOUS ARTIFICE WHICH ALLOWS THE POET TO MANUFACTURE
THE HERE AND NOW OF MANURE—NO MORE CONFLICT
WITH THE DISRUPTIVE MOVEMENTS—JUST DROP AND GO
I KNOW YOU WERE EDUCATED TO SUPPRESS YOUR POOP
BUT IN 2014 FREUD AND OBAMA ARE OUT THE WINDOW
YOU ARE NO LONGER JUST A POWERLESS PIECE ON THE CHESSBOARD
I SAW A CAN OF INSTANT FLARF AT THE SUPERMARKET IN DARK TOWN
A PHOTO OF YOU ON THE FRONT LABEL GIVING A STAR TREK HAND SIGNAL
THERE WAS A TRUCKLOAD OF LABIA MAJORA IN THE INGEDIENTS
HEAVY SALT SO PRIMORDIAL FORCES COULD HOLD SWAY
I STILL CHUCKLE AT HOW YOU USE FLARF AS A MEANS
TO STRIKE OUT AGAINST ANNOYANCES AND MISFORTUNES
FLARF IS SO INDIFFERENT TO CHRISTIAN VALUES
FLARF IS SODOMY TIMES TWO
TEARING A NEW HOLE
POETRY OPENS THE NEW DOOR
BEING RESHAPED AT ANY COST
CHARLIE ZERO WIDESPREAD
I SAW A CAN OF INSTANT FLARF AT THE SUPERMARKET IN DARK TOWN
A PHOTO OF YOU ON THE FRONT LABEL GIVING A STAR TREK HAND SIGNAL
THERE WAS A TRUCKLOAD OF LABIA MAJORA IN THE INGEDIENTS
HEAVY SALT SO PRIMORDIAL FORCES COULD HOLD SWAY
I STILL CHUCKLE AT HOW YOU USE FLARF AS A MEANS
TO STRIKE OUT AGAINST ANNOYANCES AND MISFORTUNES
FLARF IS SO INDIFFERENT TO CHRISTIAN VALUES
FLARF IS SODOMY TIMES TWO
TEARING A NEW HOLE
POETRY OPENS THE NEW DOOR
BEING RESHAPED AT ANY COST
MULTIPLE-MICHAEL WIDESPREAD
CHARLIE, I WANTED TO CUT THE CHILDREN FREE
THAT DANGLED FROM YOUR BRIM LIKE THREADS
I WANTED YOU TO BE FREE IN THE ADULT WORLD
FREE OF SIN AND ERROR—TO NEVER KNOW HOW
COMPLICATED THE WORLD IS
TO NEVER BE SMIRCHED
BY THE WORD OF THE LIVING GOD
THERE SEEMS TO BE A TOUCH OF FANATICISM
IN THE MOST INNOCENT OF FLARF
FLARF WITH ITS ROYAL JELLY
AND CATERPILLAR EGGS
FLARF IS FULL OF INTRIGUING COMPLEXITY
YOU GAVE EVERYONE A VALENTINE ON FLARF DAY
EVEN PEOPLE WHO WERE DIRECTING YOU
TOWARDS A COURSE OF DESTRUCTION
THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU
YOU WERE PINK IN A STATE OF PRE-EXISTENCE
MULTIPLE-MICHAEL, I WANTED TO CUT THE CHILDREN FREE
THAT DANGLED FROM YOUR BRIM LIKE THREADS
I WANTED YOU TO BE FREE IN THE ADULT WORLD
FREE OF SIN AND ERROR—TO NEVER KNOW HOW
COMPLICATED THE WORLD IS
TO NEVER BE SMIRCHED
BY THE WORD OF THE LIVING GOD
THERE SEEMS TO BE A TOUCH OF FANATICISM
IN THE MOST INNOCENT OF FLARF
FLARF WITH ITS ROYAL JELLY
AND CATERPILLAR EGGS
FLARF IS FULL OF INTRIGUING COMPLEXITY
YOU GAVE EVERYONE A VALENTINE ON FLARF DAY
EVEN PEOPLE WHO WERE DIRECTING YOU
TOWARDS A COURSE OF DESTRUCTION
THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU
YOU WERE PINK IN A STATE OF PRE-EXISTENCE
You’re the best, Charlie.
Greatly written.
‘As painful memories consume me
how will I know to never look back at anger?’
Hmmm, if you find out, let me know.
Reblogged this on Daily Observation and commented:
Thanks for writing this, Charlie @))-
———————————CHARLIE————————
I KNOW YOU HAD A NOODLE FOR JOAN RIVERS
BUT YOU HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING SINCE
AUGUST 12——————-GOOD LORD !!!
TAKE YOUR HANDS OUT OF THE ELASTIC SPACE
THE BACKDOOR FUNNEL, ORGANIC OR NOT
SHOOT OUT SOME WORDS, BE JOHN WAYNE
LIFE IS BURLESQUE, CIRCUS, A NEW MISTRESS
FIND A LOVE BUTTON ON ALICE TOKLAS
FIND A GINGER MAN AND COUNT THE HAIRS
FLARF UP SOME LEWD JUXTAPOSITIONS
YOU ARE LOSING THE CURVE
ON YOUR MANHOOD
———————————MULTIPLE-MICHAEL————————
I KNOW YOU HAD A NOODLE FOR JOAN RIVERS
BUT YOU HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING SINCE
September 15——————-GOOD LORD !!!
TAKE YOUR HANDS OUT OF THE ELASTIC SPACE
THE BACKDOOR FUNNEL, ORGANIC OR NOT
SHOOT OUT SOME WORDS, BE JOHN WAYNE
LIFE IS BURLESQUE, CIRCUS, A NEW MISTRESS
FIND A LOVE BUTTON ON ALICE TOKLAS
FIND A GINGER MAN AND COUNT THE HAIRS
FLARF UP SOME LEWD JUXTAPOSITIONS
YOU ARE LOSING THE CURVE
ON YOUR MANHOOD
———-CHARLIE————
I MAILED YOU A BOX OF CANTANKEROUS CHILDREN
THEY WILL REQUIRE A LOT OF MAINTENANCE
AT BEST, HUMOR THEM—GIVE THEM YOUR BEST
THEY ARE PARASITES BUT IN A COVERT FASHION
BED AND BOARD FOR LIFE PARASITES
TIME AND MONEY LEGITIMIZES THEIR EXISTENCE
THEY WILL HAVE GREAT SKILL IN CONSUMING YOU
SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR ARTISTIC TANTRUMS
AND YOUR STREAM OF FLARF
ANY EXCURSIONS INTO THE POETRY WORLD
WILL BECOME SURVIVAL EXPEDITIONS
———-Michael————
I MAILED YOU A BOX OF CANTANKEROUS CHILDREN
THEY WILL REQUIRE A LOT OF MAINTENANCE
AT BEST, HUMOR THEM—GIVE THEM YOUR BEST
THEY ARE PARASITES BUT IN A COVERT FASHION
BED AND BOARD FOR LIFE PARASITES
TIME AND MONEY LEGITIMIZES THEIR EXISTENCE
THEY WILL HAVE GREAT SKILL IN CONSUMING YOU
SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR ARTISTIC TANTRUMS
AND YOUR STREAM OF FLARF
ANY EXCURSIONS INTO THE POETRY WORLD
WILL BECOME SURVIVAL EXPEDITIONS