The Smell of Amadeus Turned my Desex into an Encyclopedia

Sunglasses smell the details
of you.


               The spit turned Amadeus
sedition against – riposte condescending coin.

           Spreading desex Carolingian,
  my rotten beginning & pheromone intrepid.

                      X-ray pork exilic;

Tantivy into an encyclopedia woebegone breath,
anomia fins – wroth peck you’re acerbic manner.


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34 thoughts on “The Smell of Amadeus Turned my Desex into an Encyclopedia

  1. Deciphering every word. It’s a whole new world opening up ! This kind of enlightenment is enriching. The heart of the matter has my brain in a tizzy.
    How do you write what you write? I am stupefied !

    1. A new world within the center and seeing outside the world itself.

      To answer your question: When one experiments verses, one needs to add a hint of flavor to the soup.
      It makes the secret ingredient a secret. I’m glad this give you a rich idea of poetry and how it makes the brain think all over. 🙂

  2. My brain hurts and then exalts.
    My vocabulary increases momentarily. I may or may not use some of the words you’ve made me discover 😉

    1. I think anyone who reads my work has the effect or so differently.

      Vocabulary to my understanding is about making sense of anyone words,
      understanding the meaning, and exploring the formulas of experimentation.
      Hence – the outcome imagery sends the reader down the rabbit hole for a great adventure.

      1. I think so.
        Indeed. I even checked words I knew to make sure there were no other definitions that you were using – which there always were!
        Still… I dunno that I am sophisticated enough to get most of your stuff… 😉

        1. Dale, its’ okay. Here in my blog. Every of my readers come up with their own interpretations of my writing.
          There’s no right or wrong answer to what the meanings hold.
          All I want is for my readers to enjoy this odyssey and get lost in the world I’ve created. 🙂

    1. Thank you.

      I wanted to write something different to an opening line.
      Believe it or not, but the opening line to this…was an accident that result from my cut up technique experiment.
      Yes, It came to me and then I added the line which came to me as a vision of how someone would read it and attract the reader of such ideas.

    1. Thank you, B.

      hahahaha!!! I love experimenting with ideas of objects or strange ideas about everyday life or sunglasses in particular. I’m so glad to read different response to this poem. I enjoy reading what others have in their interpretation take.

  3. Yes, the opening line is perfect! It can stand alone as a micropoem.

    The condescending coin riposte is deadly!

    I wouldn’t like to be desexed – Carolingian style or any other!

    This is such fun! Well done!

    1. hahahaha!!! Love this.

      You’re right about the Carolingian part. I wouldn’t want to either. hahahaha!!!!

      My mind is opening up a lot of doors to strange places of unknown forces. Which is good.
      Glad you really enjoyed this poem and I love reading different takes on what people get from each and every poem I post.

    1. Thanks, Victoria.

      A reflective projection of themselves and a projection of the world reflecting itself.
      Had to tap into the mirror and see if our consciousness is still woke or sleeping.
      At this point, we may never know or assume otherwise.

  4. Charlie,

    retina-boy poet playing with photons
    you’re registered, Charlie
    milliseconds in your arms
    more alive than any memory

    milliseconds in your arms
    sharing your awareness
    you’re registered, Charlie
    brain activity galore
    I squeeze your hand
    you agree
    where you would normally disagree
    calculated little devils
    locked outside the door

    milliseconds in your arms
    licking your innocence
    like ice cream
    blinking together
    we’re ghosts, Charlie

    and you write
    about the smell of Amadeus

    1. Michael,

      a poet and a poet playing cards
      sounds like ping pong to me,
      You are registered, Michael
      pizza & propaganda
      don’t go well with the Emmy awards.

      is about sharing the absolute
      hate for poetry.
      You are registered, Michael
      It’s mental activity
      wipes away your arm
      and agrees to homemade jelly freeze.
      Where do you stand on our
      calculated spirits who pronounce doors with an L?

      Keep track of your Ninja cobra
      Mint conspiracies
      dressing of God-cans
      and Michael.

      Get serious, what about Amadeus smelling like Sarcasm?

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