Ultra-goo Blowing 36 & the

July 31, 2015 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 17 Comments

Dangerous four
scanning eight
the coating replicator
Ultra-goo,
obliterate a not.
Suspend the protein alloy.
Cryofixation thirty-six and the,

Electron amoebas
grey mobility modern blowing Caine,
Viruses assemble
conducting itself…

Advanced isomorphic
high-resolution Sagacity,
Specimen hexaboride –
Your skin stirs like a cooling kinematic access.

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Defrosting the Dreadlock Encryption

July 29, 2015 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 13 Comments

Defrosting euphoric
organisms crepitate.
Collapsed silk Paregmenon
Morse codes drip
from your mouth.
Age-net gags my etiquette.

Alate particles follow the dreadlock gills.
Oozing century lips,
encryption puppets
snuff out the portrait lyrics.

We inspire the germs
we return to the myotome oasis

Pentimento dying symbolical
dissecting summers fake penalty.
Push aside the alabaster dead club?
Your petite taboo disseminates.
Dizzy the thumb
sailing through the sharp past bubble.
Your calvous eye balls
grew the anti-pop.

Those who dare to eat clairvoyant was
procreation ends with your last name.
Bumblebees stealing the vaginal Babylon
How then do you start beginning hereof?
The devil boys rinse their pubic ceremony.

Kidnapping the magick
your physique paradox,
deceits me, and plows the hygiene.
Benignity cheats, and so does your solecism hoax.

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Episode Extermination WOW!

July 27, 2015 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 9 Comments

Adrien Brody engaged a letter
of such untested pelvis.
Fuck you habitually
I’m curious whether my fingers
will go into a hot bowl of clam chowder.
A child’s attitude
replies: episode extermination wow!

The Joker attached
extra pound weight sodomy on his shoes –
Exhibit the B patch & wet cement floss product;
I still acknowledge middle hands in Tennessee cotton apple.

Ostriches foresee the world’s terminal private documentary.
Leave the gibbering to Canada
At least Tom Cruise is man enough
to be a moronic transvestite lamp.

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The Peyote Syndrome

July 22, 2015 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 12 Comments

Take peyote
and cut the flower into 3.
Watch it bleed out zeros & ones.
A mirror appears in front of you –
look at your reflection
you’re dripping codes;
the sand-waves chuckle.

Kirby suddenly
awakens the Ted Bundy marathon.
The Fred Syndrome
opens the flood doors
of the exploding cookie.

Techne poetry
swirls like an old western light-saber.
Who’s beside the towering pledge?
Inspiration hums
it seeks kings to betray the city of pus.
Laceration flinches before the arrival whore.

Eat a piece of mushroom
Do you feel like Mario?
Connected to Pandora’s Box?
Timothy Leary god of the virtual,
Icons slipping
legacy fleshed out.

The dead ventriloquist
covered in glazed caramel.
Enough with the unbecoming sugar fuzz –
loud sober nurses
drilling both their eyes for social awareness.
Tickle the sun, let it sneeze.

Post-mortem sequenced,
clip it on the wall.
Decades secure
a sleep cataplexy.
McDonald-land
home of Satan gluttony,

Here…take a drop
of yellow sunshine,
exterminate your guilt-trip.
Lick the decay creamy tornado.

A jubilant tragedy
the center of your tongue abscess,
Annihilation retires
the libretto behind your thorax trembles.

Liquid fatigue smiles,
Aquarius rising –
Do planets ejaculate?
A god turning into marijuana,

Activate Christ zombie
Bibles program you –
UN-blindfold yourselves from the confines of slavery.

I got a secret that will change everything.
Do you want to hear it?

Never world me dead…

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Brainwash Skeletons

July 20, 2015 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 17 Comments

Aliens blush
vampires bite the air.
We dislike the 80’s –
Madonna’s virginity
was based on boredom.
Vertigo reflects my brown stain napkin.

If Hitler we’re alive today
his favorite film would be Bruno.
Banksy’s next gimmick,
blowing up wall-street.

Gentrification stuck-ups
Boyle Heights pumped high on meth.
Brainwash skeletons
take orders from the skin-tambourine.
You should blow dry my hormone graffiti,

And make ancient cocktails
out of absinthe manifesto.
I made the coolest awesome drug it’s called “Single”.

If space had ears
it would hear its own sound grooming.
David Bowie burns his fashion, burns his Christ.
Hey! Kids its Mr. Placebo day
I hope you all get addictively lied too
because Dali’s future has a D.A.R.E. that looks just like you.

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Unknown Pieces Flavor the Dead Vocabulary

July 17, 2015 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 3 Comments

The obvious bug’s
switch to toxic placenta,

They must humor the machine –
Save the establishing Meta,
unknown pieces flavor the clicking rot.

Hack through the sex server
rub the deleted C,
morality will soon expire.
Pass it through a multi-part.

The existing camera
becomes the dead vocabulary act.
These days and nine years later,
the magic little view
never blossoms to the actual.

Stop exploring sci-fi
and alternative corporations

There’s no right or wrong –
suppose I we’re to fade in the continuum trigger source.

Would you…

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Slow Lollipops Misbehaving No

July 13, 2015 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 24 Comments

Slow Lollipops Misbehaving No
Woody Allen coquettes the network –
Selfish stem cells
abuse the energy.

A slow Lollipop
a misbehaving no,
the shining twins
resurrected the jaw.

Few have asked if –
David Lynch got ostracize by digital amnesia.

Most poems make sense to no sense.
That’s the beauty of writing,
there are no rules.

I want bacteria fruit
to become my next fortune teller.
I want the sand tribe
to chop the wings off gravity.

A schizo-photographer unzips
my equality that disturbs him.

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