Touch my Saliva it’s Pulsing


Dear amylase –

it has come to our attention
that the department of touched saliva –
is investigating the parotid fat
and the where five void.

Pacinians
hunt the beat most perennial witch.
Frown thighs
suppressed by the epileptic ones.

My soaked glands are pulsing –
enzymes titillate
in her sensual doused fangs.

I quickly became the Ptyalin.
Lubricate me –
throb me –
Aren’t we closer to your dazed defrock light?

The haptics furthermore –
decussate beneath the fine starch nests wounds.
Stimuli through way cleave taboo.

Major mostly report!
The rhythmical hanged cross
sniffs identified Indentations
between your finger fast initiations.

Acuity thoughts –
burst in soft
alien vixen treats.

You should partially-consume yourself
in a world of the so-called jump therapy.

Permitted if it’s even forbidden…

A white galimatias –
centers its errors
within the extract somesthesis.

To the vilify modality –
it kallikrein’s the akhnaten heart.
OSU jugglers rough up
the beings ascending star.

Your seductive venom –
vibrates the soup bone belladonna.
The why type on the other hand –
de-sheds from the Egyptian theme paint noise…

~Sincerely the other bacteria

 

 

 

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33 thoughts on “Touch my Saliva it’s Pulsing

  1. I couldn’t understand some things but it got to me as I read. I will have to research the lines. Check each word Charles. Seems to be another spectacular piece but I will have to understand in depth.

  2. I am totally confused.. a state I am perhaps often in.. But sometimes living within my own little world of thought is often preferable to the realities we are subjected too..
    Have a Great Day..
    Take care of you..
    Sue 🙂

    1. Poetry should never confuse the senses or understanding of its genre.
      Poetry is never meant to be understood, only seen as an art form of expressionism and avant garde.

      Truth is ever to be found in simplicity, and not in the multiplicity and confusion of things. ~ Isaac Newton

      I feel very comfortable with the way I look, and I feel very comfortable with the kind of confusion that it creates in people’s minds. ~ Brian Molko

      1. I love your never ending streams of quotations Charlie.. So long as it makes sense to the creator Charlie, and as you said you are comfortable with it.
        Me now, well, I was never the brightest spark at school but never the dullest..
        Your poetry is both fascinating and perhaps I lack a wider worldly view as half of your words if I am honest I have to look up or can not fathom 🙂 Which is no bad thing.. For it drew me in as I wanted to know what you were expressing..
        We are each unique and My poetry is I am sure bland in compassion. But I love the fact that you read it..

        I could just come along and say brilliant, epic.. yet that is not me.. I like to digest, cogitate, and understand.. When I do not understand then I have to say so.. 🙂

        I hope you take this as a huge compliment Charlie and not a criticism.. Because I think you are Unique in your poetry and expression my friend.. It is I who have to get my head around it.. 🙂 lol

        Much love from the UK to you..
        Sue ❤

        1. Compliments are indeed an honor.

          Every poet in the world has a unique voice of their own. Every poet has compassion and helps heal the wounds of all people.

          You my friend, are wise and I’m always thankful for your friendship. Bless you. 🙂

  3. Great work! It’s very sensual, almost like two lovers going about their love-making with a dance. Some of the words are technical, complicated, but there’s something very relentless about it. It’s almost like a pursuit, one following the other in the hopes of romantic and sexual possession. I also sense a conflict, like a “should I or should I not” type of story (the word “taboo” made me think of it.) I apologize if my assessment is way off base, but again, another excellent poem. 🙂

    1. The human organism fights for survival, sex the instrument of immortality.
      Without those 2 components, how would man contradict its own clue?
      It is the questions that have been staring at us for billions of years.
      Yet, we remained blinded its the dance, prophets, & conflict.

      Your assessment of my work is incredible.

      Your interpretation on poetry is outstanding. 🙂

  4. Dear Charlie,

    My epidermis attempts to digest
    Your words,
    My dermis awaits the
    Perceived pleasure of
    Fomentation from your nations’
    X, Y and Zee. They
    All work as shapes that
    Pulse through their
    Ventricles and Aortas
    The joy to come.
    _Resa

    1. And from all awaits
      Of nations’ pulse.
      Words pleasure
      as they x the ventricles.

      Their dermis
      Comes in a shape of aortas
      and attempted to joy digest.

      Resa, what you came up with is amazing and very experimental. You should write something weirdly experimental. Please, encouragement anticipates.

      1. Well, I will try.
        However, when I read your words, I enter the realm of the experiment.
        When I write poetically back to you, it all makes so much sense.
        It’s like when Sonny and Cher would sing back and forth to each other.
        I like writing a poetic response to your prose. 😀

  5. I had to turn the porch light on this poem
    before I unlocked the door
    so many readers have become victims
    ————–
    you were asking me about primordial brine
    protoplasm—ectoplasm—bubbles and froths
    where can I get some of that primordial jazz ?
    ————-
    I’ve heard whispers that readers
    are trying to unscramble your motives
    your range of appreciation seems so broad
    the thread seems too thick
    the eye of the needle too small

    1. Primordial unlocks the froth whispers.
      Door to door where I’ve
      seen the have and the you.

      If its broad
      like porch heard,
      then your motives become werewolf
      of the thick east & west.

      I appreciate protoplasm—ectoplasm—Jazz,
      but my bubble poems
      keep asking to unscramble
      the thread of brine odyssey.

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