Cut-ups Spill Earth’s Satanic Disco Mob Rejuvenating Darwinism by Arcade Millennials


Panoply vacation its ignis fatuus,
    ominous shafts folding around existence –
         finger hippos secure the disco hawking.

Asimov cocker millennials eyes.

I serge in awe, earth’s pillbox
pulps mob through Ursa Major,
         pasquinade years…
         suitcase horror blarney…

Darwinism cut ups the saurian computer like Auriga.

Oobleck possum whiffs the hookah mind;
    a blessed mollify,
       a prank quiver rejuvenating descrostbous.

Arcade fovea punctures underneath
criticaster palms, zazen in smithereens,
       Dead cizersitally…
       Dead techniques itself…

Analysand Hiram Abiff!

Be what you gawk, everybody will flounce at you.
Rearrange my stanza spill snap taphephobia worerequenz.
  It performs mea culpa –
     antichristmas hatches phlegm.

Holus bolus wafture –
   massaging amenti,
glitch spread satanic mythoclast,
   Arsy-varsy fumarole –
the ziggurat pores by slugabed poses.



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72 thoughts on “Cut-ups Spill Earth’s Satanic Disco Mob Rejuvenating Darwinism by Arcade Millennials

    1. So glad you enjoyed this poetic puzzle. I’m assuming the title got you laughing?

      Heavy experiment went into this poem and finding layers into my dreams and what it all means to anyone who reads this or interprets it.

  1. Well, you can’t blame the Millennials for trying their their feet at disco-ing. Hopefully they won’t slip on the antichristmas phlegm. 😀 There are myriads of signs and mystiques created by man at this point. How can any be profound? You can’t even count on the stars. Stars die, too!
    Wonderful poem, Charlie!

    1. Your observations are on point. 🙂

      The Millennials praise and worship antichristmas phlegm. It’s what constitutes their addictive need for techno energy and hypocrisy.

      Hence, the moon eats itself after billions of years floating in gravity. Cannibalism with the stars it helps to rejuvenate its gases. 🙂

        1. You welcome, Resa. It warms my heart to know you understand where it is my work feels and consist of.
          I try my best to interpret what my readers would like to know. It’s madness I tell you – going on in my head sometimes. hahahaha!!! It helps to always create and pour on paper.

    1. Thank you, Frank. It’s good to be home with all my incredible & talented friends. 🙂

      Whatever you just read…take it for what it is…let your imagination take you somewhere beyond this place and beyond reality. In the words of the mad hatter… I’m as mad as a hatter. hahahahaha!!!!

  2. Charlie,

    (+) Thanks for being so generous. I appreciate your positive kindness.
    (+) I missed you and yours. (although I talked to you almost every day
    and we went to that Amish watermelon seed spitting contest). I was going
    to print some of the photographs but we look a little “seedy”.

    the world suffered for lack of FLARF

    “pulps mob through Ursa Major”
    the constellation with the big lips
    debuted in a grade school locker room
    Thank God, I didn’t look.

    back then there were few gifted students
    you were such a poetic boy
    first to grasp—first to let go
    no one spoke your name
    your wounding in plain sight
    you were the little Jesus boy

    1. Michael,

      “No god”
      the newest single
      from the band ‘Death grips’.
      Should kindness forge a “pulp talk”?

      Geez! I almost thought
      Ursa major resembled Area 51,
      in that case, you spoke of photographs
      being able to suffer by watching food stamps
      floating in think tanks and other gluten-free areas.

      Let’s be honest –
      the amish grasp jesus
      and the constellation gifted;
      shroud like wounded watermelons –
      debuting at #2 box office pop culture.

  3. You are incredible in what you have scribed , it will take my ignoramus mind more than a few reads to fully implement its ferocious meaning. Your mind is potent to conjure up this brilliant piece .
    Now, I will with painstaking delight partake of this stupendous literature you penned.
    Adios ! Don’t go away again. Please.

    1. Many meanings, and many imaginations speaks to the mind as a savory flavor
      of always going back for more re-reads. 🙂

      I think the best way to fully understand this one.

      Should earth be covered in grease, we dare not wipe away its history.
      If earth get’s tired and one day it decides to close its eyes, earth would not hesitate
      to be the next cannibal and eat itself alive. hahahaha!!!

      That could be what is interpret in this poem, but, then again, everyone reads things differently. 🙂

      1. Everytime I read it , I trip on new meanings and concepts , opening my mind to new theories mystic and yes , like you say the grease of history cannot be just wiped out , it may linger on for the coming new planet to unearth and of earth turns cannibalistic, then well, going right back to her womb may solve all our problems yet !

        1. Every poem I write – must have new meanings and theories tapping on the readers minds. Whether it be obscurity surrounding people or planets growing limbs. It’s all up to the imagination to play with such ideas.

          1. Yes, your poetry sets my imagination on course of things unimaginable. I hate monotonous verses ! So when I read your poem , I let my hair down 🙂

  4. Sigh…
    Missed you so much. It’s crazy. Your writing takes me away to the places we all truly belong, thinking the thoughts we should all truly be thinking.
    I adore you very deeply, Charlie ❤️

    1. The places I take my readers is where we all should belong. A place of wonder, joy, eccentric, and full of creative madness in the aspect of flying deep beyond the galaxies.

      Also, making people think when they read my work. I enjoy reading people’s interpretation of my work and what they get from it, and not wanting to know what my real answer is behind anything.
      In other words, I leave it for the readers imagination to wonder. 🙂

  5. Welcome back, buddy! If ever there was a poet for his times, it’s you, my friend. There is so much going on out there: chaos and balance, order and disorder, and I feel as if your work attempts to make sense of it all. Your’s is the antidote to the era, the healing power we all need to keep calm and carry on. Bravo, man. I know I’ve been MIA as of late, but damn, did I need your poetry right now. It’s a welcome and much-needed break from all the stress in my life, so thank you for inadvertently being there for me. I’ll hit you up soon, I promise. Miss you, man. 🙂

    1. Coming from you this brings a warm embrace in my heart. Thank you.

      The balance is difficult, I try to make sense of everything for the reader to feel at ease with life
      and the distractions that carry the weight. Imagination is our herb of healing, imagination is bullet-proof.

      No worries my friend. I know you’ve been busy as I have as well. Call me whenever you have free time. 🙂
      Miss you as well my friend.

  6. Looks like you’ve been missed. Great post as always, lots of head scratching and tongue wagging as we pick through the towering word jungle. ‘spill snap taphephobia’ stood out for me, fear seems to be a theme that coils around the words here. Your poems are the naked lunch of poetry!

    1. Nobody has ever said or complimented me with your comment.
      I’m referring to (Naked lunch). 🙂 Thank you so much.

      Yes, a cut up experimentation of letting my mind go all the way and tap beyond language and reason.
      Fear does factor into my work, but, there’s a sense of calm and joy that life calls upon humanity of everything will be okay. Our imagination takes us to that escape.

      1. You’re most welcome.
        It’s nice to do that automatic writing style sometimes, interesting to see what comes out of it.
        Fear is a strange emotion, like you say; things work out how they should in the end. The imagination is your balloon out of the land of fear.

    1. Many verses on my work can be taken apart and re-arranged in what the reader might be able to figure out what the meaning behind this all means. Or, leave it for the imagination to take its course and see what you and other’s interpret from this imagery of collages. 🙂

  7. Charlie, you have been missed, you Will o’ the Wisp! Your mixmaster mash-up sci-fi rhymazoids are phenomenal, mind-bending, warping kaleidoscopic trips on gossamer wings. Cool stuff, Charlie.

  8. Antichristmas
    the uninvited guest
    and grand treason
    of the season
    alternates the Ominous
    Shafted by his own creation
    Caught in the spill
    of retro revolution


  9. Hi Charlie, Hope all is well my friend, and here I am as I eventually turn up on your doorstep.. My brain must still be in holiday fog my friend, as I can not even begin to unravel your mind on this one..
    🙂 ❤ ❤

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