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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65 thoughts on “Fluffy Dirge Blush the Melting Wince

  1. Arrgh so many maggots around the world.. parasites too.. Each eating up something or other to survive..
    The human population could do well to learn from the Ant colonies of hierarchy. Learning to pull together, for the good of the all.. Instead we get those who exploit, enslave, and control..
    ( I have no idea where you head was within your poem Charlie, its a complete mystery to me lol ) But the Maggots got my head thinking. And as to Farts.. We are all full of hot air 🙂
    Keep creating Wind my friend.. as you send our your ripples.. 🙂
    Love and Light..
    Sue xx

    1. The maggots that are leeching on to man’s brains. Cause the chaos that is immersing within our world. Only the one’s survive to not succumb to political fashion.

      hahahaha!!! What goes on in my head will remind a mystery to all readers. hahaha!!!

    1. Nothing political of any sort.

      Just contemplating on the religious false idols that people turn into on television.
      Maybe there’s humor in this if you think about the idea of fart and marshmallows invading people’s digestive track. hahaha!!! 🙂

  2. (we grew up on the same street and are more than acquaintances)

    egocentric blasting of B-minor
    bathtub water on the ceiling
    a single cough and the smell of cabbage
    a second chance will never come

    extremely sociopathic classmates
    real memories replaced with errors
    if they made a film
    no one could watch

    they tried to humanize maggots with sports
    turn on the television
    somewhere, someone is trying to make a score
    Harry Belafonte with large balls ready to go

    all those brain operations
    for years you spoke strange Swedish sonnets
    it was eerie but I had your back
    empathetic and more than an acquaintance

    1. A strange b-minor caught
      in a bathtube full of baseball cards.
      Harry Houdini however,
      turned his brain into a singles party.
      There we’re sociopathic singers
      who invented all types of smells.
      One became chance
      and the other a maggot ballerina.

      It’s eerie egocentric apollo
      scored its first oscar emmy.
      It smiled, coughed,
      and suddenly mirrored itself into an error of balls.
      Though, the operation brain ceiling
      thought to have replaced film
      and classmates altogether.

      Sure, sports & frodo got acquainted
      but that didn’t stop Gandalf
      from those delicious swedish cabbage empathy.
      Humanity on the other hand
      plagiarize sonnets
      somewhere in the vicinity of a mohel.

      1. the question is…
        how can you sleep
        with a ball of mud worms
        in your backpack ?
        forget about all that webcam crap
        only weak people worry about that nonsense
        just do what you can to stop the pain
        that’s the important issue
        separateness as important as connection ?
        propaganda apes trying to erase poetry
        they haunt the renewal of words
        they poop in the library
        I’m brave enough to call it psychological poop
        will I be on the evening news dead ?
        the question is…
        how can you sleep
        with a ball of mud worms
        in your backpack ?

        1. As the ball stopped.
          Pain separates you
          and sleep deprivation.
          The only protest
          might be evening people
          with cosmetic tacos.
          Enough questions you news library propaganda.
          Back when nonsense spoke
          renewal poetry worms.
          They figure we sell for
          a haunt webcam hot dog.
          Forget the apes
          and their question mark mud.
          Don’t you know how psychological poop manifests?
          It’s easy, first you connect erase –
          then you crap on one hand
          and let the elbow gills do all the regret.

          1. PLEASE, place 76 webcams in the artistic Dutch toilet
            sharp focus for the psychological poop
            artistic poop usually contains wordplay
            be careful, wordplay is difficult to wash off
            —anyway, align your behind over the commode
            do not touch surfaces
            germs are everywhere
            Charlie says, “then you crap on one hand”
            I do not suggest you poop on yourself
            remember that 76 cameras are filming (GAWKING)
            many are hoping to see some alphabet with that poop
            what if the letters accidently spelled out “spaghetti” ?

            1. sometimes French people get confused with “poop”
              and “pop”… as when a gun goes off
              Charlie has been very helpful
              providing hints to learners
              on how to avoid mistakes
              —–intermediate-level dives in the restroom
              2 volumes of “100 most delightful commode flops”
              swiveling-hips…. possibly Elvis style, possibly not
              a deep squat and let it flop
              the little choochoo comes out of the tunnel
              Thomas says, “those who can, aim for the stars”

      1. It’s difficult to find like-minded people in day to day life. One of the reasons I love WordPress so much is because one can make connections all over the world. Those connections make the world feel smaller, and friendlier.

        1. Like the old saying goes.

          We live in a small world. However, the smaller the world one makes it out to be. Can be stretched much bigger and kindlier in the connection like all us poets feel towards each other’s work and appreciation.

    1. Correct. It is a theory I investigated myself in. What if we in the after life are the drugstore souls that sell classical art from Dali in just 5 cents? I think about things like this in my dream. Whatever goes on in my head its left for another question later on. 🙂 hahahaha!!!!

  3. This is great! I’m inspired.
    I’ve got a poem going on…. a response to this I’d say. Experimental, yes! So when it’s finished, I’ll post it on my writing blog, and link to this poem of yours.

    1. Indeed, very experimental in thoughts to subliminal practices of mental puzzles.
      One need be the scientist of his/or her own creation of things.

      Please, I’m curious to read what you have in store and what experimentation you’ve created. 🙂

  4. For starters, the title of this work is amusing. I couldn’t stop laughing the first time I saw it, and it took me a good, solid minute to compose myself so that I could actually read the poem (not only are you a master poet, but a genius at creating titles. :P) Anyway, I launched into it, and found it to be far more serious than the title would suggest. There’s fear present in this work, paranoia even. My favorite stanza (i.e. the one that really lingered with me after I read it) is this one:

    “Dystopian 9141
    the webcam animals
    hijack your memory.
    They make you put a gun to your temple
    you smile under god
    you mock socialism
    you polish the myogenic –
    don’t attempt to humanize a maggot.”

    The “webcam animals” to which you refer remind me so much of government surveillance. Edward Snowden came to mind, as did the television series “Mr. Robot,” which features cyber terrorist organizations hacking into people’s personal computers and laptops and hijacking their webcam so as to spy on them. We’re constantly being watched in this day and age. One “wrong” move, and we’re taken in. The scrutiny in maddening, and it’s enough to drive any sane person crazy. Excellent work, my friend. You truly are a crafter of words and ideas. 🙂

    1. Hahahaha!!! Glad the title made you laugh.

      Yes, the message & metaphor behind this poem is the fear & paranoia
      Of Edward Snowden ‘webcam animals’ surveillance us.
      Mr. Robot had some sort of a flirtatious in the citizens of earth privacy and personal information that is not private or anonymous.

      Madness? Yes.

    1. Poetry has no limits, the very thought of poetry is how one can stretch further and further the imagination and tap to unknown territories of our minds.

      If we are afraid of what we don’t understand, good…let’s be friends with fear,
      If our dreams stare at us like puzzles, good…let’s be friends with mystery.

      Us poets are gate keeps of the other side of our synapses. Let’s dive in and conquer the outside world. 🙂

  5. I’ve read a lot of your poems now, Charlie, and I just don’t get them. Other people do, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t. Maybe I’m just too wired in to a traditional way of stringing words together. I enjoy lyrical and don’t like to have to work too hard to get the sense out of a poem. Yours are for the afficionados. You’re lucky to have such an appreciative following. Keep doing what you’re doing 🙂

    1. You are not alone, Jane.

      It’s okay if you don’t understand the poems at all.
      Everyone sees poetry in different light.
      Whether it be beauty, love, music, or classical.

      You have my respects.

      Thank you for being so honest and truthful and giving my poetry a chance.

      You make the world a better place. 🙂 Bless you my friend.

      1. I’m glad you didn’t take offence. It annoys me when people leave superlative comments without any reason. If you think something is ‘brilliant’ or ‘genius’ you must have a reason. Otherwise it just sounds like hollow praise and gets nobody anywhere except a swell head. I’ll keep looking in. You never know, I might get that light bulb moment and it will all be clear 🙂

  6. My goodness this is stupendous! The world today needs to contemplate, draw the line between the truth and a mere illusion.

    1. Thank you Frank.

      You are not alone, my friend.

      Poetry the way I see it, is taking apart reality –
      putting the pieces in a hat;
      shaking & moving everything around.
      Then pick out every piece one by one,
      lay them on the table and re-arrange the world.

      The results in the end are astonishing.

      The unknown of this world of ours is beautiful and complex.
      The most bizarre things are beautiful and cannot be understood.
      Yet, the beauty of it all is joy and happiness. 🙂

  7. Charlie, thank you for sharing this clip. It doesn’t feel like 3 minutes at all. I traveled back and forth, past and present. And you know what? I felt nothing has changed. Only that we are not dealing with just television.. the carnival expanded in the world wide web and the mass madness, unstoppable. A point well made.

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