Fluffy Dirge Blush the Melting Wince

 

Bake a smile
   full of maggots
     from my blowflies.  

Dirge palpebral!

           Bereft every introrse,
prokaryote the fart god webcam –
            preserve idiopathic mump…

Squeak the lumen personas.

         Incuse erythema gibbous,
       evince the polish oak human.
Grok blush your melting doss,
   contusion voices engulf
across myogenic land
     and fluffy chromatic jnana,
temples wince, wince… you may indwell for some permission.

 

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Telepathic Gonzo

 

Taints mouth grows – don’t art the truth
of bias extrasensory.
Raoul! 
You museum pettifogging wall,
amaryllis despondency, hounds impressionistic Babylon.

Eyes shedding – continuity dehisce –
telepathic decoy – decries the mystic 6.

Profanities atrophied – gonzo misguided ultimatum –
fiction blindfolds the toad’s deflating us.

Bukavac protagonist randomizes
the fixing shock chess – god passed out on foreplay.

 

 

 

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“Private Outcry”

Please! Pay this Poet a Visit. His poem is Gold! A powerful message to our planet earth

The Wayward Poet

Lenin

My hatred of hospitals

Dates back to my childhood

When, at the age of six,

I was confined to Urgent Care for a week

After suffering a severe asthma attack.

A terrorist cell in my lungs

Restricted all airflow,

Making each breath painful and labored.

It was as if razor blades

Had made their way into my chest.

As I lay on the gurney, recovering,

I saw all manner of people

Trudge through the automatic doors,

Moaning and carrying their exposed organs

In their hands,

Gore and viscera dripping behind them

Like the bloody trail that follows an army of wounded soldiers,

Ripped open by the scars of battle.

So, too, is the current condition of the world,

A sick, twisted place overrun by the retched,

Marred by evil and wickedness.

The earth is rushed in on a stretcher,

An IV injected into its oil-rich vein.

The nurses and doctors…

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Chiasmus Implicated When Bashfully Stalked

 

Chiasmus slept
    during the calliopean upload.
We the anankastics
    must sag implicated calcine.

          Progdeplase!
Threaten suddenly;
         for our fell minds
stalked the pillage future.

Apophenia, when do the bashfully undo
what may already befall?

 

 

 

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Houdini Telephoned his Hemorrhoids and Hung Up

 

Pin Houdini by beliefless
prodigal abramelin.

Scourge yap.

Veracity telephoned
the dead azimuth,
Necronomicon
imitating the Technicolor lovat.

Edentate superstitious slurring,
    summoning nephilim, xoanon,
and the obtuse nacreous oval –
      baring exhibitionist,
charismatic calyx, fear itself through guesses.

Phthalo ill, bootlegs the face.

Mirage smiles – picking at Hellebore cyanide,
hung up from the initial siliqua.

Polonaise reruns;
Hemorrhoids his swelling crease,
froth back, and decide on lanolin, capeesh?

 

 

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The Snowman Sliced His Throat and Bled out ABC’s

 

The prelapsarian ploce –
cinquain the gleamed unpieced impinge!

It bled anthropomorphic isolate –
clips R.I.
greeted the bones Chaldean verse.

Exsanguinate Carolingian scone –
the snowman sliced
his throat remark
of nadir death theremin panacea.

And out the ABC’s initial do – hypovolemic horses
parade to popular expel de-extinct phatic.

 

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Starlit Speculation – This is Charlie Zero

A 3rd Review of My Book by: Kristine Brown the Poet

Crumpled Paper Cranes

Introduced to Björk and Tori Amos at the age of eleven, and remembering echoes of of a swarming crowd as Shirley Manson stated, “I’m only happy when it rains,” it takes a lot to unnerve me through words, medical terminology, and images I hope will prompt more than just some kind of lucid, false, epileptic seizure.

Perhaps the challenge in impressing me lies in my affinity for the experimental, cracked into three large shards. Charlie Zero’s This Robot Dreams Inside a Plastic Soul stirred my intrigue as the sun prods an amusement park worker to wriggle in his four-legged, alpaca wool suit. I snuggled into the blankets covering my macintosh red futon, took a minute or so between pieces, and thought, “Damn, Charlie. I’d imagine LSD does come to a halt, but I’m not quite ready.” For the record, I’ve never tried LSD.

Charlie’s writing reminds me of wind chimes…

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