Labarum Separates Circle of Proverb Substance

 

 

A bellow separates exalted circle.

 Immanence lush fire.

 The oratorical somewhere amuses equilibrium substance divine!

Proverb outpouring polarize.

Coated protalyther
fervently inure vomitorium.
Oromo crooked afreet
inscribed labarum cilium!

 

 

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The Chemical Neon Nerds Dripping like Adaptations from Infrared Spice

 

We upside down ourselves –
tantrums fugue the walking carcass rainbow,

         – Hoard etcetera
         – avenge czardas.

Chernobyl god
picks at your chemical arthritis.
Terahertz revivified
a clattering inhabitable forehead. 
Hulahoop entryway plasma,
cover me with holouency swirls.

Fantod claw
            seemingly rips palaver
from the blype deduction.

Pepto-infrared four –
             cradles the tusk nepenthes.

             Hernia handshakes
             lampooned over malt pulse
             and bootleg theine.

Meanwhile,
emperor Boar
has stolen snippets
of my neon cells.

His deliriously master plan
was ruled by the selcouth deadpan.

In any case –
your blight behoof,
exhales melange
like a spraying bioluminescent cyphgick.
Inundation rictus –
finds itself immovable
to Solomon’s checkered chess.

       – Unraveling terse
       – incense culex

Mishnah breathes the oddly O!

The anthropomorphic pyramid –
seeks adaptations
in the else-verse Merovingian spice.

       – UV whiskers high
                    on calque quantum.
  – Illumin-nerds suture stochastic dripping
              from the codeless avaunt.

 

 

 

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An Inter-Galactic Conversation set in outer Space

 

C: Spock’s revelation appeared before
implanting smoke inside your pocket brain

N: Spock couldn’t have revealed anything my already heated brain couldn’t handle

C: I once took a giant sneeze on milky way,
found out later it was a political toilet seat

N: Oh the bliss of ignorance! Defying submergence in the inter-galactic yellow pit

C: The mountains unzip it’s cleavage, this must be an episode
of Twin Peaks
N: The awkward moves of the beholder, oh it must be David Lynch

C: Let’s not forget Leprechaun in the hood, it was a pain in my chair

N: Zombie Fly Girls under a spell, clover joints and femme fatale?

C: If Poetry developed an aneurysm, I’d call it abstractionism

N: If Poetry deserved an aneurysm, I’d call it poe-gasm

C: The Antichrist just dipped himself in a hot jacuzzi
singing lyrics to Spice girls

N: Two MELted, Ginger was caught in the rain, Posh got balled and the poor baby couldn’t understand why it took so long

C: I think what took so long was listening to Prince – When Doves Cry

N: Yet no respite for the man who couldn’t be moved

C: Drinking a can of Bud light makes Jesus
look like an astronaut hobo republican

N: Be careful, the Democrats are not liberal with hygiene

C: Of course if Napoleon had a time machine,
he would name it “Dolce Gabbana”

N: Hitler would have his Bone-apart

C: Not unless Mozart committed T-Bone steak conspiracy espionage

N: But didn’t you know Mozart was hypnotized by Mata Hari via a time machine? And THIS was Spock’s revelation that appeared before the smoke was implanted inside your pocket skin

 

A flash back of when Nandita and I, collaborated on this creative & trippy poem set in outer space. I had an honor and privilege to have worked on this poem together.

Please visit Nandita’s page and follow her work. She’s a master of her craft in the poetic sphere.

https://nanditayata.wordpress.com/

 

 

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A Mysticless Spade near Regurgitating Curls

 

Gloaming orgulous.
Coprolalia pulp noir.

Latuda 36!

Pinguid
wallows
every snot
that chokes ecphonesis.

Regurgitating sync spade!

Coltrane
lollygag exclamation.
The
gnathic leakage
empasm curls.

A
mysticless sonnet
haruspex torch
annotation bliss.

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The Skeptic Buddhist Gave Three a Dried Seven Hoax

 

Cycle chastity in Jonah’s city…
Augury Three
                         sovereign wet,
procure the whiff asceticism hoax.

Sangha ascender
decathects the crump renunciation
of seven dukkha.

It weeps insouciance, much
like Nirvana
greasing canonical Devonian.  

Galargunde rebirths fabricated – quoth.

Descartes eventually gave
his aliquot Enceladus
a variegated invade – router…dried.

Secramatived mass Buddhist;
             tempts the oblivescence –
to open its amble masquerade debunking.

Skeptic global/ Interrogates illusion –

Jericho on the other hand,
scandals preserved virtue
in the ampere sutra avidya.

You woke – Re-arranged.

Hagiography kleshas –
              creak Sisyphean
                   and doubt everything
inside the genetically programmed mouth.

 

 

 

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