Milk Razors Shave the Pale Water


It speaks disquietude.

Jesus fondles the egg.
O! The miscreant young,

If you shave the paleness water
you’ll cut its waiting feed.
On thousand eating inferno poor fortuity –

Dehydrate all dogmas.

Mutated apes sow calamities
inside their comedian peel.

Pedophile patrolman ventriloquist –

Mummified caterpillars
devour a corpse grammar.

Give ism some ecstasy
Drugs smile just for you.
Death ate a bag of skittles
now he feels enthusiastic.

A sharp razor transmutes
itself into female breast.
The bipolar man slurps, slurps,
hey! I feel like an atheist,
does this mean I hate love?
Or do we love and hate?

 

 

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55 thoughts on “Milk Razors Shave the Pale Water

    1. Let’s just say, I dived deep into complete madness. I see visions in my dreams of different things that really captivated my imagination and beyond.

      You can interpret this poem however you want to look at it.

      Your welcome. 🙂

      1. My word. Trying to understand the way your mind works is a life long career! I feel warranted to say this poem arrested me yet it was not found to be held in contempt. It very nearly could of been if I were another kind of reader ………..

        1. Hi! Daisy.

          It’s okay, if you scratched your head and wonder what this all means. I guess I’ll let the poem speak for itself. Maybe though, I might have put the answer to what the poem itself means. I wrote in one of the comments saying its about a razor blade who transmutes itself into a female and grows breast. The bipolar men need comfort and escape out of this reality. So they have to suck on the razors breast to zap into other dimensions and wonder off completely.

    1. Hello! Frank and good morning.

      By now, I think you’ve gotten a taste of my writing. Yes, this would be something to ponder, but not so much. You see, one must let their minds be free, let go of everything from daily life, and explore the unknown territories of your dreams.

      Or, I can simply tell you this poem should speak for itself.

      I’ve hinted something just now to you. 🙂 Maybe this is something experimental? or something very lingering in the processes of madness. 🙂

    1. Thank you Jason.

      Good morning my friend. 🙂

      I’m so glad that line got you into question.
      Think of me as a scientist, someone who is trying to create a new leading discovery of language and poetic genres. I love experimenting and love going completely mad in my own kind of eccentric way. 🙂

      Those Mummified Caterpillars hate grammar. They figured it would be nice to just eat grammar alone. I can also share with you that this poem is about razors transmuting into female breast and the bipolar men wan to be cured, and that cure is sucking on the razors breast. 🙂 It taste metallic. 🙂

  1. Excellent~ And yes, “Mummified caterpillars
    devour a corpse grammar.” is my favorite 😀 😀
    I can picture it in my head!

  2. The poignancy of your retoric and the advancing brilliance of your imagination stew a heady mix of unbelievable juxtapositions, forcing us from our shelf of safety into your revealing truisms, nobody is safe, saints wear revelation under your gaze, you pry open dogma and shove it into the hot light and we can never really say anything because somehow you already spoke for us, you are the A in Asmov and Andromeda and you breathe blue flames of wonder, I just love how you think my brother.

    1. People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
      ~William Butler Yeats

      “I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.”
      ― Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

      Thank you Sis for that wonderful and heart-warming comment.

      I am not or never will be afraid of what lies beyond my imagination. I’ll take my dreams and ride them like a skeleton carpet. That to me makes me safe inside.

  3. Very nice. The various imagery – religious, drug-induced, the just plain weird. It all fits together to create a gorgeously strange tapestry, one I’m not quite sure I’ve divulged meaning from yet.

    1. Thank you so much.

      I’m so glad to read peoples different points of view of my writing.

      Imagine razor blades come to life as anthropomorphic females and razor breasts grow.
      The bipolar men must escape this reality and in other to do so, they have to suck razor breast to hallucinate and be free away from this system we call plastic life.

  4. PS I also meant to say the title is genius and reminds me of Bukowski which you may or may not appreciate but he was one for powerful titles if nothing else. I myself take influence from that. Abundant Child of Stars You.

    1. Why Thank you sis. 🙂 To be honest, I tried for many, many years to get into Charles Bukowski. I can’t seem to get into his work. No matter how much I tried reading his works I can’t.
      I’m more of a ‘William Burroughs’ said of weird and awesome titles he produced.

      I will say this about Bukowski, he knows how to create powerful titles and get readers attention that’s for sure. I respect him for that and I love that about him. 🙂

  5. I really love this imagery. To me a juxtaposition of dogma vs. deeper spiritual mystery (Jesus fondling the egg) or the razor becoming the woman’s breast, both blood and breastmilk carrying components of life and nourishment, or simultaneously as a destructive principal.

    1. Thank you Melinda.

      At this point. It’s not up to me to answer the question of whether I think one or the other.
      Mankind has a choice and sometimes those choices can be taken good, bad, or sometimes balanced. It’s all up to free-will and that is a privileged thing to hold.

  6. Charlie, this poem is very intriguing, a bit of a jarring and disjointed write, (Eliot was famous for this and he is one of my favorite poets). Your words reflects the world that we live in, yet the style you employed here works very well as though to say “Wake Up”. I love the questions you ask at the end,

    “does this mean I hate love?
    Or do we love and hate?”

    Leaving this open ended as in either or, offers the reader time to reflect and ask themselves the very same questions. Marvelous poem. Please enjoy the rest of your Tuesday. ~ Mia

    1. Thank you Mia.

      I love disjointed poetry and its experimentation that goes along with it.

      The message and your comment that you provided here is spot on and yes. I am telling everyone to ‘Wake Up’, don’t sound asleep this is reality.

      The questions I left in the end is something humanity should ponder or make a choice within themselves.

  7. I love this line.. ❤
    Give ism some ecstasy
    Drugs smile just for you.
    Beautiful meaning behind this one.
    really like it.. 🙂
    Can u write one poem on a person's mind.. a dark one.
    would love to see that. 🙂

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