Brion gysin defying
trinity
mutilation smog.
Polaris
shape-shift
puzzle aquatint.
iPad torso
hexcraft
its
requiescat anagram.
Belphegor
blinked
eggnog hawks,
rataplan
moth bile.
Voodoo sibylline tempest!
Frappuccino
nose bled
introit
judder.
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I missed your work,Charlie . No one does this like you do
I think i am in dire need of a frappuccino as i partake of your verse , slowly sipping into these juicy meanings.
The title and the whole poem have been calling on my ears for some time now. Dreams as usual invade my head so I write them down and then I cut up all the phrases and re-arrange them and the end result is a random accident of the future predicting itself. Or so, that’s how William Burroughs puts it.
It’s a genius thing ,Charlie. Dreams make your renaissance poem whole. It’s all very futuristic as you say , it’s foresight and maybe your wisdom that goes into this effort.
Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake? ~ Leonardo da Vinci
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Belphegor drinking frappuccino is genius from hell!
Glad you enjoyed that line.
This whole poem is a cut up…so had to re-arrange everything and this was the result. 🙂
You are so good at it. And I like how you create your poetry out of dreams.
The dream world is where the most interesting imagery comes to life and we as artist must solve that creativity. 🙂
I agree!
haha Agreed!
Just picture him!
Oh boy! Enjoying the fruits of something he tries to take credit for? 😵😁
The creation of clowns perhaps?
Well I was actually just thinking of the deceitful goodness of frappuccinos and everything else about what they symbolise haha but now I am picturing my nightmare of a clown drinking a Frappuccino! lol.
In a dark alley? Ha ha!
The only word I didn’t have to check is toothpaste…. 😉😜🤗
hahahahaha!!!! toothpaste is correct. hahahaha!!! I had to add that line with how I was experimenting with this poem. Glad it got attention.
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Great comment!
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Haha loved it 😊
You have been away too long Charlie.. So welcome back.. And my poor little brain is never going to cope with this one.. I have been switching off, tuning out and chilling.. So forgive me not even rattling my grey matter trying to sort this one out..
Just know you are one unique ‘dude’… if I may use the term… And never change that unique approach to making us all think outside of normal boxes..
We are all here to crack codes.. And at the moment I am being rewired!!….
Big Hugs..
Sue ❤
Dude is the right term. hahahaha!!!
As long as you see the imagery that alone makes me happy.
Writing heals us all and the share writing on a blog platform is a promising connection we all share as a community. 🙂
So agree with you there Charlie.. We need now more than ever to connect and share!… ❤
You did it yet again. Back with bang, Charlie!
So well done.
Thank you my friend.
I thought the title and the rest of the poem could mess with the readers imagination and how I fully experimented with this genre. 🙂
Well, I am acquainted with many tinted sponges, but non are aqua. 😀 Just kidding! I had to punt this around in my mind for awhile, as I did not get an initial message. There-in lies the message. Not many things in life are clear. The air and water are clear, except for the murkiness of human generated pollution. This is why I drink black coffee, never frappuccino, latte, etc. There’s too much distraction, therein. At least I see the honest darkness.
You hit the nail on the coffin with your observation on my poem.
Yes, humans generate pollution in the absence of them not paying attention to their surroundings or how they behave towards earth or water itself.
Way too many distractions and that’s the scary part of why this world is the way it is.
I enjoy finding the meanings in your cryptic poems! I might be right on. I might be way off base. Nonetheless, I try!
Thank you, Charlie!
You are welcome, Resa.
You know…I had a thought yesterday. I think the reason why I write what I write…is because I want my readers to escape from this world just for a minute or so. I try and write poems that make people think about different imagery or dreams. That is what makes people happy and enjoy the language that poetry and art can co-exist.
Poetry and art are side by side. Wonderful work, Charlie!
🙂 Bless you my friend.
Holy Moly Batman! So many wonderful phrases to tease and please us. A totally titillating tome to thrill today’s temperamental temporary thoughts!
Watch this video on ‘YouTube’.
Cut-Ups William S. Burroughs
Trust me you’ll get inspired. 🙂
I enjoyed hearing him. Thanks charlie.
Very interesting!
So cool! I want a Frappuccino Torso! Or an orb hawk. That would be so amazing.
You can choose either one. But, Frappuccino Torso has a kick to it. hahahahahah!!!!
Hallelujah! I’ve missed you so much!
Haha, right? That’s what I said to him! ❤️
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It’s good to be back to blogging again. Missed you too my friend. 🙂
Don’t you just hate that
retired slimy torso in slowmo
on the launch pad i !?
Like grey nomadics
cappufrino on slurped highway.
Launch those slimy grey
retired iPad torso.
It’s a slowmo hate
with the nomadics
of highway slurped Cappufrino.
A euphemista euthanafro
to demister the Nomadic
Highway on the go slow.
Where the Pagan Sagan
they all come from
. . . I just do not know.
They demister Carl Sagan –
Euphemistic all knowing
and pagan highway for the techno agents of tomorrow.
Cloned drones
roam
the heathen highway
secretly recording the concert of
strolling bones.
Where pagan trolls
throw sticks & stones
at the techno agents
of tomorrow.
Hey Charlie! It’s been a while. Miss your mind. This line made me laugh -its superb. Belphegor
drank off his frappuccino retired slimy torso –
with inexplicable iPad tempest death.
It’s good to be back. 🙂
So glad you enjoyed that line. It’s one of my favorites as well. I love experimenting with imagery and words.
I also, enjoy putting my poetry into the Cut up machine and the end result randomizes my work with great results. 🙂
Theocracy mutilation
Breathed eyes
You go on reality television
You glue squaring sponges
On their genitals
That is you, charlie
But what does it mean ?
Supreme Court man
Expressing his lust for beer
Avoiding details
Tiny details
I was thinking about Jesus
Where was Jesus ?
Theocracy
Mutilation
Breathed eyes
Squaring sponges
On the genitals
19 months ago
in a far edge of nile –
there once was a person named:
radical jihad he served Jesus holy grail –
and discussed the highest myth
since Bob Dobbs slacked humanity
from gliding over Paparazzi syndrome.
Charlie,
I painted you as the Supreme Court man
Your lust for words
Your desire to escape reality
Prose with friends
Often out of control
Puke…..what the hell
Females were just objects
Knowing full well
They could be mastered
As mother and father
As characters on television
Michael,
Just objects of supreme UFO’s
invading Sherman Ranch.
Bigfoot paranormals
televised by control conspiracy,
who puke painted realities –
and escape the prose army of Burroughs.
Charlie,
I often see Burroughs buying coffee
When I talk about you
He laughs because l call you the Supreme Court Man
You with your word mania
Prose is too taboo for TV
They had to substitute beer for words
Top jock with a brain
Keeps track of gas bombs on his calendar
Beer…Beer….Beer
Not WORDS, words, WORDS
Charlie the Supreme Court Man
Reach around poetry
Tea bag poetry
Group masturbation
CHARLIE,
Just think Supreme Court Man
Your poem wearing a one piece bathing suit
Happy with the beer buzz ?
Love from a beer bottle ?
All those years without sex
High school, college, marriage
Thank God for other things
All those years without sex
Frappuccino diagnosis – this is what we are, a perfect way to describe our life/society 🙂
Exactly. You said it my friend. A distraction of sort.
Your creativity is so intriguing Charlie. Such a Captain Obvious statement, I know, but it’s no less ever true every time I think/say it 🙂
I always enjoy reading the comments too.
I have learned so many things I needed to learn through my dreams, once I understood how to break them down. Humans really are incredible creations.
Your dictionary is also very different from mine hahaha thank you for expanding my vocab. I will continue to read this and digest. I love that you give us pause in such a fast paced, instant gratification social media world. Respect 🌸
Frappucinos are too sweet for me… give me black and bitter coffee instead …
Good to see you back. You have been missed. This is an amazing line: sleet griffon strips its blinked puzzled….As sualy your work is both visceral and cerebral.
Ha! I used to call my peers quidnuncs during our journalism lectures and my own self, a nudnik. XD
Quite an intriguing tapestry of images and thoughts here, quite foreboding and more significantly so interesting.
-HA
Visceral & cerebral indeed–nice to see that your fan club base has expanded. Your defiance of convention, your flarffian dystopic visions never disappoint. I like /shapeshift this elongated duality eggnog wounds/. You remain unique, outrider, fascinating; good on you. Cut ups can be fun.
I feel like having a Frappucino as I read your words 💜 Great write! 😊
Ah my dear friend…long time no see. But, here you are in all your glory…and again a dictionary will not rescue me from your powerful words and phrases. So as usual, I’m here to say hello, well-done and here-here!!!
Creative title and imaginative leap into the unknown or is it death? Thanks for joining in Charlie. Happy weekend.
Your poetry is unexpected – dark in places, and then delightfully twisted.
i saw a new realm opening in the fabric of time – like how the words fall as they chose to be in beautiful disarray
You had me at frappuccino! LOL!
wonderful poem!!!!;-) how does your Frankestein looks like?;-) I love crazy poem and strories, I tarvel a lot;-) feel free to check my blog;-) have a nice day, Paulina, Poland;-)
I dig the dream sequence verbal collage. I’ve always appreciated your contribution, one of the most genuine I’ve come across.
Thank you my friend. Long time no talk. How have you been? Hope all is well.
Yes, I enjoy so much to piece answers in collages with my poetic dream-scape. I’ll have new poem materials in the works soon. 🙂 I’ll be stopping by soon to visit your blog post.
I’ve been well, just returned from a brief hiatus too. Went straight to your blog for a good read and was not disappointed. Hope you’re doing well and I look forward to reading new material. Take care.
Sometimes a hiatus from the blog world can give us a break and focus on ourselves and life itself.
Just wait and see…what I have written in my next phase 3 in my poetic works.
I’ve been gone for a while. Missed your words and your presence Charlie!