Meat Synth & the Loud Cream Fleas

 

Synth cream adipocere
karaoke pseudo.
Cenotaph lyric –
bleed whip celestial beaks.

Fried migraine e-sharp…
Triangles roar, quince sob uncinate.
A prologue sheave
threaten flew soap.

Puzzleless fleas
unsober the fume tea-saw.
And through death aphesis
sketch portal,
they perform gurney severity –
emulating sun fang solitude.

Meat pouring loud stiction,
agastopia wonders…
To better paraphrase prosopagnosia –
expunge the syrinx, risk your biokinesis.

 

 

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80 thoughts on “Meat Synth & the Loud Cream Fleas

  1. It’s no secret that the world and humanity are in need of healing. We live in an age that is so fragmented and disjointed that the only way to make sense of it all is to take said fragments and create a collage, a mosaic, of new meaning. That’s what you do with your poetry, my friend. You seemingly grasp disparate ideas and concepts and you morph them into compelling, surrealist, sometimes darkly comic narratives that are as engaging as they fascinating to read. Whoever asked where the poets have gone has clearly not read your work. Great stuff as always, man. I light up whenever I receive a notification from you, because it’s bound to be something fantastic! 🙂

    1. Humanity does need healing but it will take many years for that hopeful idea to grasp in the concept of society.
      It ain’t an easy task for humanity to rebuild and look deeply within, the cause of danger that can wipe out civilization is not war but earth’s flood. If we don’t take care of earth properly, she will unleash her fury
      with her flood spreading across or volcano.

      1. You’re absolutely right, my friend. It isn’t easy, but things can change, and they will. In the meantime, people like you and me, writers, poets, artists, musicians, we may not be able to make the rules or bring laws into effect, but our work has the power to shift the public opinion or consciousness. Fear not, buddy. Things will improve. 🙂

    2. (a new life-urge rising inside yourself)

      an arrested moment
      between wanting to be a poet
      and actually being a poet

      when the finger pointed at you
      ——disorderly emotions——
      streams of words as defense
      a brave front—–a snazzy veneer

      Loud Cream Fleas
      it might be the gas
      from your aboriginal place
      that attracts them
      vaudeville
      fleas in petticoats
      happy fleas gummed
      Rudolph Valentino
      MEAT SYNTH
      necrophilia that leads straight
      to the grave
      synth cream
      meat fleas
      puzzle-less fleas
      gummy fake emotions

      readers wallow in your spit

      1. (new life puzzles you)

        Time closed
        between the desire to become a poet
        and actually become poetry.

        when it is said to you
        – Foreign emotions –
        methods such as defense
        front flea knees – soup bowl.

        Drinking fluid,
        It can be gas
        from aboriginal location
        which attract attention
        vaudeville// smoke jet//
        and Rudolph Valentino.

        Food – basically
        directs from the cream meat board
        of albuquerque and Missouri’s satanic principles.

        Readers are streaming into your apples

    1. Thank you, my friend.

      Using the ‘Cut up Technique’ has helped me push forth new exciting ideas for readers to ponder
      and get a glimpse into what poetry means and how it can help humanity heal and distract from the current state where all in. It’s all about being positive and creative. Although, its not easy because the world is clouded by darkness. There’s a balance to hold that within us and fight for our struggles within.

  2. My poor brain will not even contemplate where your own brain is today Charlie except to say the world is getting crazier than ever..
    Now back to my painting! .. Hugs my friend have a really good week and happy to spot your post today xxx ❤

    1. Your assessment is quite interesting. We can go with the World War 1 warfare, or
      we can assume a highly mutation in the dictionary algorithm that is growing by the minutes
      and wanting to advanced into a super vocabulary organism.

      What do you think of that?

      1. Language and Imagery; The only imagery we have, in our minds, is almost entirely based on the past, the current becomes that past as the clock ticks on, futures don’t exist in a physical form, and anything written down will take hold of that state of affairs. Someone may not see this poem until next year, in ten or one hundred years, and on each occasion, the interpretation will be different, in line with those reader’s memories and compounded by the evolution Language has undergone over those time-frames, which is part of the beauty of the English language in particular.

        Language lives, changes, therefore, for the masses, Old English is practically unreadable, but that doesn’t mean it’s not making any sense, it certainly does, and is often very clear, unlike the English language today, which is inebriated with the casualness of social media, consequently complication is old-fashioned, attention spans are degraded. Language has shrunk in the mouths of new generations, conversations are black and white, imaginations anesthetised, mainly by current political discourse I think, so to an extent, the written word has died, and that’s why your work is important, it’s the Deep Sea exploration of ‘English’, we all know what’s on the surface, but the Deep is the mystery.

        1. Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. ~Mark Twain

          Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all. ~ Walt Whitman

          You are correct. In the future many poets and scholars would see this type of poetry as being ahead of its time but in their future placed in the present future.

          What lies in the deep mysteries of the ocean can only be explained by the reader just taking a risk and exploring the very depths of what sea creatures have lived among us for centuries.

    1. hahahahahaha!!!! LOL!!!! It’s quite alright. Take your time. I know this is beyond anyone’s understanding.
      And that’s fine with me. Just try and get your own interpretation from it. It doesn’t have to be the same as everyone else.

  3. To understand your meaning is gift enough for me. What you do is unique and otherworldly, Charlie. I appreciate your art more than my words could ever express. ❤ I'm sending you peaceful, loving vibes.

    1. Thank you so much, Kindra. 🙂

      Otherworldly does sound fitting and welcoming.
      I don’t know where my own imagination is taking me but I love writing and creating new and exciting poems every time. I want my readers to immerse themselves into my world of creative weird/sci-fi adventure. 🙂

      Bless you a million my friend. 🙂

        1. Thank you, Kindra.

          I try my best and I do put a lot of work and effort into my poems. Poetry puzzles many minds and takes the reader into different journey’s of the brain that function of who we are as humans and how we create in the moments of truth.

  4. Yes, that’s me outside the community center
    screaming out loud, “It has to stop”
    over-intellectualized poetry
    STOP IT NOW !!!
    stop it before it becomes established
    before they throw away the Robert Frost poetry
    and fill the library shelves with FLARF
    humans are made of flesh and blood
    not meat synth and loud cream
    STOP
    walk outside and enjoy the blue birds singing
    forget the death and putrefaction of modern literature
    enough has been written
    the alphabet is exhausted

    1. Yes, that’s me too outside the community center
      shouting, “grocery stores near you!!!”
      The old poets yell;
      IF YOU ARE !!!
      Stop before the fall –
      before throwing Robert Frost
      into the library bags with FLARF poetry
      and walk out protest.

      Outside the political blue bird –
      modern literature
      has had enough
      of alphabet and their corrupt pancake mixer.

  5. Cenotaph lyric , fried migraine e-sharp I like the way you cut this up , all of the lines are in a sync of their own ! It’s all so connecting , creatively , you have written the superb vocabulary that I have come to associate with you. Mind blowing images as I read. You never cease to amaze , Charlie. I think your brain is super charged ! Bravo. Too much in there and it comes out in this awesome aesthetic order.

    1. Thank you, Yassy.

      You are correct with your assessment on each line phrase having their own connective tissue.

      I have a list of vocabulary words that I tend to study all the time. I want to make sure each poem I write sounds different and the readers know that its different from the last or two.

      🙂

          1. Welcome, Charlie.
            Poetry is certainly the best ever medicine, I so agree with that. You are right, it does give us a chance to dream , to visualize.

  6. Fantastic surreal brilliance. Missed you my friend. You’re work is so unconventional and challenging. If we as a race don’t begin to learn what harmony is, we’re in very serious trouble. Both with the planet and each other

    1. Thank you my friend.

      The challenge looks me in the eye all the time. I try to bring and always write something different and challenge the writer on what they are reading.

      Humans are complex, but we must not give up on earth. It’s difficult yes, realistic, can humans save earth herself? I don’t have the answers, Mankind does.

  7. I love the really jarring smashup of sounds going on here! I now feel like the English language should use way more “X” sounds in general. After my day of editing medical documents while fighting off a migraine- this poem was like a dive into my own brain soup. Really cool, Charlie!

    1. When I go into writing these sounds of words, there’s a picture in my imagination that needs to be placed in the canvas. There’s hope in them to express what the imagery needs to put a smile on any readers.

      The brain needs to explore many worlds, some could process it and some can’t. It’s okay, poetry is the art of fury.

  8. In the end, I think this means if you eat animals, you deserve to be ill.
    Flesh is for being alive.. not for killing in war, or having for dinner.
    Eating flesh is pornography, of the fourth kind.
    Eating flesh is an aberration of modernity.

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