Defrosting the Dreadlock Encryption


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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13 thoughts on “Defrosting the Dreadlock Encryption

  1. Ha! I have images of vampire girls retaking the war against Summers loathing of palor! This is intensely Sci Fi in feel. I’m boarding the Mother ship, see you in space!

  2. We inspire the germs for sure, heck we manufacture most of them anyway.
    Procreation ends with your last name, ha. it is often the passing on of the name
    and furthering the blood line. There are def nano-bots in the phones
    its why people cant put them down.

  3. Charlie, you have a bigger vocabulary than I do. Some of the words you used I have no idea what they mean. “Calvous” eyeballs can’t be a good thing. “Alate” particles sound ominous. If organisms “crepitate,” what will happen next?

    1. This poem is my own twist and spin on my weird world of Sci-Fi.
      What I did with this poem – Is exceedingly to challenge the idea of poetry.
      Taking the reader to something or somewhere that they don’t fully understand.

      Our imaginations usually bloom very cryptic surprises,
      Most people won’t understand because its too far away from the future,
      even for us poets to still learn or understand of what’s ahead of us.

      Sci-fi with this poem can be interpreted in many ways.
      One I can share with you is how the nano-bots are manipulating and controlling
      the way we communicate, smell, taste, & feel.
      We simply can’t let these agent nanos slave us for the rest of our lives.

      Mind you – this is all science fiction to me. 🙂

  4. I admire the energy and the imaginative turn specially””

    Those who dare to eat clairvoyant was
    procreation ends with your last name.-

  5. Sci Fi as metaphor RE the state of this world we inhabit with our tragic dependence on technology, with a cryptic glimpse of the fascist Dystopia we are rushing full-tilt toward–yeah, dig it. Your second stanza really put a hook in my butt /Alate particles follow the deadlock/gills. Oozing century lips/
    encryption puppets/snuff put the portrait-lyrics/.

    1. “It was possible, no doubt, to imagine a society in which wealth, in the sense of personal possessions and luxuries, should be evenly distributed, while power remained in the hands of a small privileged caste. But in practice such a society could not long remain stable. For if leisure and security were enjoyed by all alike, the great mass of human beings who are normally stupefied by poverty would become literate and would learn to think for themselves; and when once they had done this, they would sooner or later realise that the privileged minority had no function, and they would sweep it away. In the long run, a hierarchical society was only possible on a basis of poverty and ignorance.”
      ― George Orwell, 1984

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