Zorn’s Moscow Fuzz

Fizzle crushes these mantra psychedelic hands –
to orchestrate perfume path enema.

Improvise flesh suicide nation crisis.

The jamboree cruelty
of gurgle spells,
turns simulator footman crucifix
into a fuzz octet whipping red.

Moscow dogs
shit out a mysterious alert woe. 
Skylark Zorn, dead seamless sore,
Ukrainian topless cephalalgia begins.


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27 thoughts on “Zorn’s Moscow Fuzz

  1. As you know Brother, my favorite kind of poetry is the dark semi-traditional not that has lots of rules but has a gravitas and depth and unapologetic melancholy. It’s weird because whilst this is in your style it also read to me on first and second read, as being very much in the vein of the dark poetry I have always found myself reading. I actually really loved how you combined a more traditional form (and I don’t mean by this it’s unoriginal because nothing you do is or could be) with your electric verse. It worked.

    1. Thank you sister.

      Yes, I know what you mean. I had to re-read it myself and I did find this poem to be dark. Rather than my usual experimental poetry. I came at this poem to a more feel of mankind and its arrogance of towards each and every one of us. I wanted to capture a dark feel to anyone that can relate to this message.

  2. Cruelty……
    Many don’t want to be cruel, but many do.
    The why is beyond me, but
    I see that those who do not only
    Shit it out, but also
    Burp it out
    Sweat it out
    Piss it out
    It grows out hidden in their hair
    Their nails
    Their every step upon earth.
    This is why we have hell on earth.

    TY for the creative stimulation, Charlie!

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