Don’t Flatter My Stains (A Collaboration with Jamie Marie Rose and I)


Something like daffodils flourish in my mind.

Yellow and gold, sunshine and light.
When I pluck one, two more take its place.
Their petals flutter off with the wind,
Become butterflies,
Become raindrops,
Become a movie.

Stinging the wind might make it all collapse.
Create rainbows, shy at first compliments.

Fructus the hand oasis said,
Tire out whatever is left on typewriters and silver screens.
The boys of imbibe can nibble on poison.

Those same chemicals slide down my throat.

I didn’t want to be a star,
Feeling the wind whistle through my teeth when I smile.
I don’t want the praise of the choirs, the adoration of the faceless.

Don’t.
Don’t flatter me.

The blush in the sky can’t come soon enough.
This witching hours has me surrounded.

My demons.
…Your demons.

Acapella choir, must you stain gravity’s gas?
Of course the hours plea,
Salvador Dali never repeats himself.
I’ll be your sculpture
I’ll be your melting clock.
Hence the temperature in your veins require a rebirth.
You know I’m on fire with it,
This oil slick burn.
It’ll eat me alive,
It’ll make my skin peel off.

Charmingly charred,
I’ll be your incendiary angel with a smart name in neon.

Hydro-sonic piercing sings,
Now you strangle the levitating circle.
If the pyramid’s eye opens,
Poke its pupil

And watch the river of cinema cleanse your feet.

 

 

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I’m honored to have Collaborated with Jamie Marie Rose. She’s a tremendous writer, packed with a style like no other and has a phenomenal vision of how she pictures the world around her. It was a privilege to collaborate Jamie Rose. Please pay her a visit to her incredible brilliant works: https://jamiemarierose.wordpress.com/

Thank you Jamie. You are awesome! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sleazo the Ambassador Kult Mojo


Stevie the known –

met with council sleazo today
to talk about wolf-porno
& tattered doomsday cliché.

Infomercial brainwashing –
princess tit & Nicholas united,
masterminded the ghetto town
of pills & overlooked.

Anti-paprika…
Anti-language…

Exorcism,
if you didn’t know it,
gets my penis function.
I like to style it
in societal plums
& religious mental burn outs.

Ambassador Kult Mojo –
agrees to adopt suffering,
courtesy of the need immortal liquor.

Former secretary rarelee
passed the meow circumstance.
Requiring all Carpaccio’s
to re-fill their immunity Plenipotentiary state.
Charm them to a war rag oxytocin.

Dopamine…Debt…doppelganger –
the Clayton Duffy’s
use synthpop to drill out
the ultra-Zionist smiles.

Keegan the opinionator protested otherwise.
His words spilled like cowpunk
& testosterone pat.

Rape inspiration…
fashion never eats…

They never speech…
They conform to bulimia…

America you charity abusers!

You hear that deviant Jeremy?
That’s the sound of me
sucking on America’s derogatory.
Billy maintenance
approves this message.

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buy our product, take it.
side effects include:
hippie vomiting, dizziness, demonic bobs,
white racist pricks, shaving the mirror,
Mary had a little lamp collection,
Unusual changes in behavior,
thoughts of Donald Trump, and I’m done.

 

 

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Zorn’s Moscow Fuzz


And in seamless sores

the burying of…
the suicide people
spoke like Ukrainian dogs.

That crucifix pistol
turns my psychedelic
into an annoying fizzle.

High musicians gurgle wows.
Zorn orchestrated the Moscow pen.

I mysteriously spunk a mantra
of these California fuzz
and wrote disparate spells.

I improvise on my twin topless hands –
they perfume me enema dead go.

Flesh path of ideas red honey.

Nationwide simulators octet,
a footman’s palm
reads the skylark processed j way.

We organically shit out cruelty.
I’m stitched to this ego jamboree.

Whipping military intelligent puss –
most women like themselves artistically.

A style crush crisis on alert
toward the quarter, towards the one
blessed she who kisses incoherent south.

 

 

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Morricone Metal (The Orchestra Bees Conquered Cain)


Antenna vocals

poignant softly
through made hair-like bassoon.

Violins groaning –
said the filmography bees…

And featuring the fatigue fear –
And the Obsolescence chord –

Firstborn tarantula –
Operas its way to a bardic jar –
Metal morricone dollar.

Declare post-synched versatile –
The brute trilogy sax –
Eclecticism gambles over disfavored biopic R’s.

The near loud penitents against thee…

Pollination viola –
let us toast glass to glass,
for the lizard radiation begs you such.

I’m multilingual who maws
that zozo hammer organ –
Ennio Cain audition for the 16th creep
5 nightmare autopsy lord.

A horn god
is characterized as an e-flat –
A mule’s vengeance –
a baroque parcel syncopation.

Sara, Sara…be warn & conquer the need in all.

 

 

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