The Hepatitis Salesman

Whereupon oospore swallow the octogenie gentle leer,

of halos who wish to bark
of which suggestiveness aghast,

We admire the hungrily cannibals.
A female’s ambition jiggles the yellowocalypse.
What inconceivable spots ripen?

You prognosticating covered swoon.
Pin-up flesh joints calling to gnaw.
The hepatitis salesman laughs hysterically
at the center of your black yolk.

Untranslatable dew,
spawn entombed legs.
Boundless by juvenile shells –
her tender like iridescent thee,
Epitaph spirals the swelling –
satiric flute these.

The foul shepherd
coagulates between your murmurs.
Platypus anxiously thirsts
for universal facsimile.

Salvage the illness fiasco,
sediment morns, and the conspiracies menopause.

Euphemism calm,
desiccated autodidact.
Eerie tattered reinforced humans’
long decomposition
eyes drowning below in.
Descriptions exit the gaunt thalamus –
flesh folklore, vaccine pulchritude.

Protruding skin,
stringy unclean,
a long sideways pushes odor from,
a rare hatch aloud.

Muffled whine blight so-
April’s fools you’re pregnant.
Fertilized many fingers
go out for a see.

These worlds until layered year blue-green guillotine,
Imagination – only frightens my tanning parlor.
Some brine merciful jolly,
others sunken gonads.

Unhallowed inside would off say,
Stroke called this totality
in balance decay speed.
Entities palpitate
whatever happened to the white corruption?

Ashes incubated during
stupendous mescaline,
regenerate 12 & 36,
convoluted tic-tac toe,
Dr. Bacteria half-open me;
of asinine
of awkward seltzer,
vile vaporous Tarquin.

Glistening amorphous amidst from –
neither do most of us knew the piano had chlamydia.

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28 thoughts on “The Hepatitis Salesman

      1. You should be. Funnily enough i was going to say i could see the effort in this. But i thought it would sound wtong, like you’re not naturally talented and have to try. But that’s not how i mean it. I meant it as you said, after all part art, part craftsman.

      1. Not that poem called Cold River, the one called Faith Militant is the one more in your genre ( though your space horse trumps my war horse)

    1. hahaha!!! Thank you.

      The title was making me laugh hard.
      Just thinking about it or mention the title just makes me feel odd.
      In a good way.

      I’m curious to know what others would think of this title. 🙂
      They’ll probably think I’m a nut or weird. hahaha!!!!

        1. There is no great genius without some touch of madness.


          The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which mean never losing your enthusiasm.

          ~Aldous Huxley

          “One day, someone showed me a glass of water that was half full. And he said, “Is it half full or half empty?” So I drank the water. No more problem.”
          ― Alejandro Jodorowsky

  1. Wow. You came back from the break with a vengence.
    I need to find a woman to jiggle her apocalypse in front of me.
    Black yolk is such an intense image as well.
    I really feel the need to wipe the piano down with antiseptic
    wipes now as well.
    No more music!

  2. Only a touch of madness doesn’t suffice; Zorba said, “We all need a little madness, or else we are afraid to cut the rope & be free.” Anyone who quotes Joderowsky is aces with me, dude. Next up should be Bukowski meets Ginsberg while fucking Joni Mitchell in her coma as Leonard Cohen watches & writes more killer poetry, like yours & mine. Eggs with black yolks frighten me, even though my own untethered imagination would never expose its ghoulish gonads to anybody’s tanning booth. I say Yellowocalypse Now, & fuck all those hearts of dun dimpled darkness who would bring us down, or force us into parameters & fascist pens, making us compose cantatas for pianos with chlamydia & shingles, cuz Andy Devine as Jingles shot cap pistols at sugar-frosted cats, & personally I’m still searching for /halos who wish to bark/.

    1. tanning dimpled sugar-frosted still –
      those who force divine as me,
      should have their gonads handed down to Mitchell watches.
      Darkness fucking Andy never,
      composed of untethered mind fascist.
      Into the hearts of eggs –
      cantatas shingles, Cohen be as Leonard.
      shingles, & as never in sugar-frosted us all Devine all fucking Eggs Cohen who for & & those Ginsberg poetry, searching even for black halos
      & chlamydia cats.

  3. There’s always that beautiful play with words in your poetry. A true talent and the way the words flow is beautiful. Another great piece! 🙂

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