The Snowman Sliced His Throat and Bled out ABC’s

 

Theremin hands,
de-extinct the anthropomorphic priest –
It bled out ABC’s profusely
for the R.I. clips.

Carolingian skin
writes its initials
in the snowman’s throat.
Sliced & diced
smoky thick substance
parades the death popularity day.

Panaceas impinge!
Synthetic shhh!

Exsanguinate!
Isolate!

Low-life meal bones
digraph of 2’s & Chaldean.

You synonymously
verse yourself
gleamed
unpieced
& hypovolemic.

Mr. Golden Cohen
what bait scone do the nadir expel?
Cinquain horses
& the greeting remark events.

 

 

 

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36 thoughts on “The Snowman Sliced His Throat and Bled out ABC’s

  1. Another great work, man! I feel like there’s a little bit of the snowman in all of us, especially in this day and age when we’re constantly being bombarded with negative news. Your choice of words, too, are interesting. I especially love “exsanguinate,” which, if I recall correctly, has to do with blood and bleeding. An excellent reflection of the fate of our poor snowman friend. Fantastic, buddy! You’re back with a vengeance! 🙂

  2. Charlie, I know that you reside in a cocoon of innocence. Knowing that—it seems weird
    that you tie weights to your words and toss them in the deep end of the pool. Your readers
    sit up at night with two dictionaries trying to decipher your poems. Sometimes
    there seems to a hidden pattern or symbolic code. Often your words seem “realized” .
    A snap of the fingers sort of thing.
    ———–Thanks for all the memories
    ———–massage from an ex-Theremin player, please…

  3. My dear,
    How can i answer your words without
    A musical instrument that
    No one has ever
    Heard from, and
    Why do you tease me
    Without the poems of
    Cohen at my lips.
    Yes, he’s gone, but
    You are hearing the
    Sound of my heart
    Beat
    Poetry from you.
    +Resa

  4. I confess yet again dear Charlie to say Ignorant is Bliss in this instance.. It must be the divide of the Being over the Pond .. Or just that my brain is too scrambled at the moment to even begin to make sense of this my friend.. Keep being YOU.. And causing a snow storm.. xxx 🙂

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