The priest & his smoke-pipe
convolvulaceae spiritual electronic,
Whiskers crackling,
colors stimulate.
Only not all terpsichorean swingers
mount to gills vacuuming atavistic pecks.
Frightened by psilocin
painted by alien hicks!
They ate Ms. Brown’s tits –
vulcanize of M-glory.
Aztec species
covered
in torrid quid.
She stage besotted
tis the properties
of her witchery furl.
Entheogen trumpets
coagulate infinity’s beard.
Inside ethnobotany
I found the golden corpse
of Atlantis.
Mega-structures altering
served illnesses and sacraments.
Rodents swarm through the zog.
Oligarchy
chocolates itself among pride,
pale dandelions
curve your periodical madcap.
Red mushrooms heighten my senses.
A serpent’s reason
absorbs psycho-activation.
Too much ploce
too much chicanery
Black oceans attack
your seating chart.
Hallucinogenic god
turns himself into an ant.
Fear-brightens, mountain crease
over this drunken thunder thigh,
bacteria finds solace with decay;
we are alone
out there in the distant loneliness,
we hear our voices
echoing the blue irritation glands.
Oh! Radicalist angles of the north
drink off my putrid vessels
for I hold the key to all cosmic truth.
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I like how you’re not afraid to use words that are rarely used in everyday conversation, Charlie. And you use them in their correct context too. Impressive!
Thank you Tony,
I like to communicate with human beings it brings me joy and warmth to read other souls from other worlds.
An entity of sort, has hijacked my imagination that let me to write this prophecy of madness.
dude, i am absolutely sure that you just know what you have created over here! if only you could see my face.However when marvelous things are happening (and this poem is brilliant)i tend to not knowing how to respond or what to say. Instead, i will shut the fuck up and read this over and over again. thank you and ‘god’ bless you haha
Thank you geo, 🙂
Your words have created the expressing on your face. I have decoded every sentence. 🙂
Thank you my friend geo, and god bless you my friend for creating and always re-inventing yourself with your art and words. 🙂
It’s so, modern beat poetry. This stuff is amazing. I can see some bomb visuals with it in a live show. Great work. 🙂
Thank you so much. 🙂
Like I told a friend of mine, a group of entities have hijacked my imagination and have been told to write a prophecy of madness to the world.
Whatever possessed me to write this – it was for a good reason and I’m happy to have written this poem. 🙂
One day I’ll read this poem at a live open mic show.
You’ll have to let me know when that will be.
Here’s some video of me reciting at a Open mic in L.A. My good friend Don Campbell recorded this. My girlfriend loves these 2 videos.
SATURDAY AFTERNOON POETRY Charlie Zero 1
SATURDAY AFTERNOON POETRY Charlie Zero 2
Once again Charlie, Outstanding! So many incredible lines and imagery exploding into my mind! ❤️
Thank you Jennifer.
Every imagery that the reader ingest, must take in what path lies ahead of them. Once you’ve reached the boundaries of madness, there is no turning back. 🙂
I’ve long past the boundaries Charlie! 😝
This sounds like something written by Aldous Leonard Huxley. Your imagery is always your strong weapon. And yay, I got to hear your voice 🙂
Thank you so much. 🙂
I have seen the present future right before my eyes. Whatever world or gods await for me. I’m sure the magic in poetry will live on forever. Imagery has always been a one weapon choice of mine. 🙂
To quote the great Bard:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,/ So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I love that quote. Perfect! 🙂 Thank you so much.
🙂 you are welcome!
It just gets better and better…Charlie. I’ve got goosebumps. I love so many of the lines, and the language. I love the tone it ends on. Bravo!
Thank you so much. 🙂
Language to me – seems like a constant challenge that I let the readers decided what is the limit between insanity or madness? I prefer not to answer that…for I plead the 5th. 🙂
Your comment reminds me of Alice and Wonderland…something the caterpillar would say, perhaps. I think that brilliance and madness chill together at some commonplace in a perfect circle. I wonder sometimes if language is the womb of madness and the human ego is the fertilized egg. Plead the 5th, madness has a certain brilliance!
Well, on that note – I’m as mad as a hatter. 🙂
That is of course when I drink tea.
Ha ha! Love it!! Me too…
For Pete’s sake poor old Ms. Brown and her devoured tits. As always an entertaining read.
hahaha!!! Thank you sir.
Ms. Brown is going to be okay. With the leading help of plastic surgery and the best doctors in the galactic world of Oops7, everything is going to be okay. 🙂
Are they gong to give her bigger Orbs??
Yes, the Saturn type version 6.8. hahahaha!!!!
Hahaha
This one is wild and playful! I love everything about it ! 🙂
Chaaaaarlie!! You blow my mind. I love this, And those videos- wow, what a treat to see you and hear you- im excited! You’re incredible genius. Thank you so much for sharing those videos and for your incredible piece