Mute-Heads Tease the Suicide Coins

I evoke chatoyant opulent.

Doctors marvel under the gall.
Cataclysm muffles,
Undress provincial bless
auto-intestines emollient.

The omen caviar beams at your chessboard.
Obey the splatter moiety.
Introverts loathe
déjà vu bleeding,
suicide coins coalesce.

Decayed summery –
itches a twilight brochure.
Sanctuary rolls off my ears.
Once a toad convulses,
you’ll notice the clouds pores stroking your rivulet.
What eyes have dilated truthful waste?
The mute-heads
prophesized at 23 frames pre-second.

Your magick pectoral
zooms into ant field pornography.
Teach cathedrals to sin.
Irrelevant disquisitions
O tis tobacco smuggles inside your teeth.



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64 thoughts on “Mute-Heads Tease the Suicide Coins

          1. That part about the suicide catches me every time–it throws me back to high school when a fellow student whom I worked with at the mall pulled his car over on a bridge and jumped off it instead of coming to work. I had to tell our boss and coworkers the next night. He was a really nice guy too. I saw him at school at that day. I didn’t know him that well; he was popular and i wasn’t. Every year I was in high school another guy in our school killed himself. One year it was my best friend’s neighbor. She had known him forever; he was a grade behind us and one day he offed himself with his dad’s shot gun. Another guy hung himself. It was surreal. these guys weren’t social outcasts. They were popular guys from nice families with good college prospects. Only one left a note citing a recent breakup as a reason to end his life at seventeen. he was one of a herd of folks who decided the bridge was a great way to suicide that year. The others weren’t high school students so I don’t know their stories. In college, my freshman roommate got pregnant and tried to throw herself out of our dorm window. I had to talk her down and take back the scissors from her. It took hours. I got her counseling; she hated me for getting her help. So yeah, even a causal mention of suicide affects me.

  1. Some are voyeurs, and some just let the luck take a stroll up the sky.
    Great creativity in here Charlie!!
    Have a beautiful day!

  2. Yes, Charlie, suicide coins did coalesce yesterday, in Brussels. With dozens dead & hundreds injured, many doctors marvel under the gall, no game of Pall Mall.
    Your Avant-garde work leads the imagination directed to where it can travel. I saw a sign over an empty store, probably run out of business due to the high commercial taxation in Toronto. It looked like a ghost shop, & the lingering sign above read, “Channel Zero”. I thought of you… all good.

  3. Loved this:
    “Your magick pectoral
    zooms into ant field pornography.
    Teach cathedrals to sin.
    Irrelevant disquisitions
    O tis tobacco smuggles inside your teeth.”
    So much mind blowing in one stanza. Awesome, my friend.


                1. When you post a new work. One your right side blew, it should say ‘Tags’. What might help too is watching tutorials of how to ‘tag’ your work so you can get traffic coming. The limit on ‘tagging’ is only 14 or 15 I think.

  4. Love:

    “Undress provincial bless”

    “The omen caviar beams at your chessboard.”

    “Your magick pectoral
    zooms into ant field pornography.”

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