Of Druthers Who Suck out the Air Tissue and Rehearse the Moon Ant Pharmacy

 

Climbed tissue –
perturbed snuffles around the greenhouse
Chlorofluorocarbon china,
       it mutates tub-thump
                  sclerenchyma caress.

My flowers rehearse the Tempus fugit –
all gods indagated appalling rampike.

Inaugurate saguaro veins –
puerile graveyard smoke,
like a queen suck antikythera mechanism
looming from boredom
to biofilm mclurkin blow.

She dekko; you further
            proto sempiternal,
                   clepe crippled air.
Oh!  Who depressed lips
                   swale on crackled lush toads?

The living Taliban bowl moon –
toppled with Uvula symbiotic Jesus.
  Gourd hands say;
          Slab the snatchers,
                drag theia down the robbed smaragdine haarp.

The loner straws into your ne plus ultra…

Tumescent plagioclase;
Pharmacy scar, eater of eversion,
univoltine feigns rattles the ant craquelure. 
Puff!  Gakona fress bake Dramamine,
Invidious trombone toe; harangue the enamel,
           clenched julep when it annoys the druthers want.

 

 

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52 thoughts on “Of Druthers Who Suck out the Air Tissue and Rehearse the Moon Ant Pharmacy

    1. Thank you, Deborah.

      Everybody’s a mad scientist, and life is their lab. We’re all trying to experiment to find a way to live, to solve problems, to fend off madness and chaos. ~ David Cronenberg

      I love this quote. Hope you enjoyed my poetic imagery. 🙂

    1. The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs. ~ Charles Baudelaire

      I believe each and every one of us are made of mystery and reveal that potential of greatness and intelligence. 🙂

  1. Charlie,

    I knew your Moon Ant Pharmacy pills would be running low. The aches and pains
    of turning off that angry alarm clock in the morning. Your neighbors upset that
    you’re employed. Sort of makes you better than everyone else.

    Poet boy with the giant Iris. Looking and looking and scribbling in a notepad.
    Lord only knows who or what will be in that next poem.

    If only you would learn to ignore life. Have cereal for breakfast and watch
    morning television. When it warms up, go outside and smoke and play
    checkers or chess. Catch up on who cheated who out of their food stamps.
    Or who got the most recent ass whipping and why they deserved it.

    Chlorofluorocarbons, Charlie—what the hell ?
    You got no control over that crap.
    You should focus in on your next wrestling match:
    Will it be your woman or her “family”
    Will it be your employment or lack of
    Will it be your urine stream
    ———–???————–

    SLAB THE SNATCHERS
    Christmas in Korea

    1. Michael,

      Moon angers with age
      a slab on morning mirrors –
      ignoring leaner streams of consciousness.

      Who knew everyone
      could profit off pharmacy checkers
      and lord of the rings trilogy.

      Christmas lacks
      what Breakfast we’re to Rolling stones.
      Poetry is made from urine & witchcraft smoke
      did the notepads not rejuvenate
      from low whipping pills
      and unemployment upset?

      Come on, Michael — did you honestly think
      cereal pains would control: Alarm bagpipes
      scribbling at the taste of television clocks minus
      outside iris Chlorofluorocarbons focus.

  2. I liked the whole thing, but “perturbed snuffles” just struck me, so great. But ” living Taliban bowl moon” and “Uvula symbiotic Jesus” all pretty great too!

  3. Chlorofluorocarbon china – can’t pronounce but like this part, especially after watching the documentary (series, just finished 1 episode 😄) about smart China and her ways to sell “kinda anything and everything” to USA.

    1. Believe if or not, the line: Chlorofluorocarbon china was written by accident. I assume every manufacturing product that’s made and being imported from china is causing good and bad profit from USA.
      Behind the smoke screens things seem strange and worrisome.

  4. You are quite something, Charlie, when you come up with these art forms in verse, my mind reads, rereads, each word , sentence is loaded and potent , tripping on flowers that you write about.
    I want to see the inside of your mind, Charlie .

    1. Being inside my mind would be a place of everything coming at you all at once and want to study each and every imagery that is being produce by our billions of neurons.
      Add that with strange dreams and you get a pile of infinite galaxies speaking to you with a ton of ideas.

      It’s mind blowing but worth it.

        1. Awww…thank you so much, Yassy.

          My mind is full of ideas and creations that I always need to write on paper and post them for all my friends to read. More to come. Wait! I’m editing right now 71 poems as we speak. Some of them are posted here and I’m fixing them and I’ll do re-post of them with its styles and language being changed. Stay tune for my re-post. 🙂

    1. Thank you my friend. Yes, that line and everything else within the poem I wanted to really take poetry and the readers to other places poets wouldn’t dare to go or dream. I present my surrealism of Moons and godly moons beyond our reach.

  5. “If only you would learn to ignore life”… somehow this makes me feel empowered.. to live life knowing we can take on anything 💜

  6. The line that jumped out at me was: ‘My flowers rehearse the Tempus fugit’, which created an image of flowers dancing like crazy while time flies – they know that they don’t have long.

    1. Yes, this poetry is alien and cryptic. I love experimenting with words and language.
      Some call me a scientist of words…I have my own dictionary lab we’re I create poetry that can make us see the future of otherworldly universes that we ever dare to dream or tap into the unknown forces.

    1. 🙂 Thank you my friend. Sorry, I’m not as active. I’m currently editing my 2nd book. Some of my poems are on here that will make it into the book. However, I’m editing them and I will re-post them so anyone that’s reading can read and see how much I’m changing the poem itself. 🙂

  7. The insects and plants will outlive us human druthers. They will replace some of all that we have destroyed. LOL! I see the joke is on us. We are the punchline.
    Very vivid imagery, Charlie… Nothing swale about your work, only swell!

    1. You are right, Resa. Insects and plants will outlive us all, including sea creatures too. 🙂

      My imagination has been getting more surreal and more of a nightmare at times. I try my best to translate all these dreams onto paper and share them with everyone here on WordPress. 🙂

      How have you been, Resa? Hope all is well. 🙂 How’s the Art Gowns coming along?

  8. Hay-fever!!!… ??? Too much Aluminium in the air my friend 🙄😣😏 Hope your green fingers are getting to grips in the greenhouse.
    Sending well wishes Charlie.. ❤ and some Hugs for good measure.. 🙂

    1. Thank you, Sue.

      My mind is on overdrive and my dreams have been getting very surreal and vivid.
      I sometimes get scared of my own dreams…but i have to accept that these dreams I have are for a reason to share a cosmos world of the beyond and back. 🙂

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