Palpitation Apes as Thermometer Vampires Drink from their Bone Scripts

 

Erewhile,
Ad Absurdum
tickled the vampires’
     anorexic mint.

     Tzara
on the other hand –
      roasted his MP3 soul,
and ripped apart the convulsing scripts.

Dear eau de Nil,
        the Nibelung
              transparent its
                     netiquette knock.

Your overflowed excuse
       cholesterols the imitating
                 gavotte bone. 
Malaria squirts from cottage shins –
pleasing afreet as their pleading sideways.

Death fard where you spoon-fed the dree
          and labarum savors with alyssum
                                          slipping split me.

Mushyheaded ariose
          fell into the apes’ papier-mâché ear.
Palpitation chitterlings
         agitate my vapor –
exscind laughter, moribund the thermometer drink.

Good news folks…
earth plans to overdose soon.  When?
Silly humans – the countdown has already started
and it begins with you.

 

 

 

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50 thoughts on “Palpitation Apes as Thermometer Vampires Drink from their Bone Scripts

      1. Well, the wonderful thing about art/poetry is it is always up for interpretation. Thus, I can only speak for what it meant for me. In this last stanza, which I mentioned, mankind is and has been falling into an abyss (overdose) of which it will not return (the countdown has begun). His final warning; that it is up to each and everyone of us to do our part to avoid calamity.

        Now, that is how I viewed the finale. The true intended interpretation can
        only be revealed by the genius who penned this – Charlie.

                1. Hahaha.
                  And Charlie, there’s a typo in my previous comment. It should have been mind but you are a smart guy, you have figured it out. Just like lovely Andrew who is so worth the L’Oréal shampoo he uses. Hahaha.

        1. You my friend, have nailed this interpretation of my writing so well put.

          My apologies if I won’t reveal the true meaning…I like to leave it up for the reader to feel and give their own sense of what it all means. In other words, poetry speaks for itself, like art speaks for itself. 🙂

      1. 🙂 We’ll have to talk dreams sometime – I’m so glad to know you heed yours. Robert Graves, in his book The White Goddess, has written eloquently about the kind of muse/inspiration that poets tap into (the good ones – you certainly do. You should have a look at the book if you’re not familiar with it – I think it’s brilliant. 🙂

    1. I like your song rhythm. A good top of delicious food is something to savor and eat for such imagination.

      I’m happy you enjoyed this wild dream of mine and what I achieved to write this poem and the other.

      There’s plenty of more to come…trust me.

  1. Charlie,

    Listen Baby Boy, if you want to talk Palpitation Apes
    I’ll talk Palpitation Apes
    I have a yard full of them
    Unlike mountain apes, these buggers like to swim
    Religious Palpitation Apes that swim in a stream of blood
    Religious Blood, strong stuff from the Old Testament
    The males swim in the male river
    The females swim in the female river
    The rivers caress one another but never mingle
    It is all about the rhythm of the sun
    Snap your fingers, Charlie
    Start talking Palpitation Apes
    Talk to me about hearts and souls
    The grinning mockery of romance and love
    The solstice and the equinox of a billion adult films
    Brothers and sisters bleeding at the roots
    Supplying the flow of the rivers, the Blood of Life
    (+) We are the fruit of The Tree of Life
    (+) We are Palpitation Apes

  2. I think I can accept calamity if that’s indeed our current trajectory- as unfortunate as it is. What we call reality- it’s all an illusion. Pull up a chair and enjoy the show 🍿

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