Smoloog Scotoma (epileptic carnivals lick the precipice).
Plague doctor examine McKenna’s icon.
Chevmulant death!
Glechzodge unblesser!
Rorschach smenolquall
rash severed,
and the unclear fright alibi –
brambles of hallelujah shit,
succulent in a brightless phemicarth.
They cheer as we reek;
bestung by reflection –
Lorca epigone,
propose thee, and demineralize the Ambiecology inheat.
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“They cheer as we reek”…
what a thought. like a tit for tat I wonder?
A Topsy turvy. Food for thought in the journey of one’s enigma.
I got my head around the title, Charlie, and then had some fun trying to untangle the poem – untangling the brambles of hallelujah shit wasn’t too bad, and ‘They cheer as we reek / bestung by reflection’ was OK. But I was completely stumped by ‘demineralize the Ambiecology inheat’!
Cryptic poetry makes good for conversation and trying to decipher what each and every line means to the reader.
I’m glad those couple of lines really got your attention. All the other new words you found to be unusual are either wordplay or inventions of my own dialect.
Yes exactly that’s what I love wordology
Sheldon
Wordology. That’s a good one. 🙂
Unfornately I’m in the hospital Charlie too many things going on in my body….I’m paying for all the Carnage I created when I was into ripping up the road…..if I Had any advice which I don’t ……I would say buyer beware
……………….Charlie,
as you well know, Ray Bradbury is famous for carnivalizing the carnival.
and now you have carnivals licking the brink of disaster.
epileptic porn stars standing in line to purchase tickets.
when your book comes to town
B.&N. has permission
to push homeless people
to the side
and permit porn stars
first purchase.
you should wear something
special to your book signings
perhaps a serpent suit.
don’t think about castration
(think positive)
the hallelujah man
wearing a bramble suit
carried over from your recent poem
“Horse Sprinkle Daddy”
the hallelujah man from your employment
he looks at you as if through a chunk of thick glass
as if through the ice of a frozen lake
as if he were a mole just pulled from the ground
what would he say if he saw you in your serpent suit ?
……Michael,
Famous for brink licking
and carnivalizing Mr. Bungle.
Your saw many lines
that contradict the American flag,
but about sacha baron cohen
eating through the spice ground push?
You need a permit first
to carry out employment sandwiches
and then put the purchase
of aliens head for $2 bucks each.
If serpents we’re made of men,
why not the Illuminati uncovering
the rothschild Barnes & Nobles?
Oh yeah, Charlie–I had to shift my cortical gears to prep for another mind fuck. Prince of Flarf, for sure; love your boldness and irreverence as always. But one day I would like to read something from you (you’re so damned talented) responding to one of the prompts; a juicy haibun perhaps, stretching, even breaking the parameters. Meantime, I look forward to your unique style and divers nonsensical word compounds.
Everything I set out to write is for being experimental and not afraid to stretch out the parameters of what poetry means to me and what other’s can learn and tap into the unknown oceans of consciousness.
I love wordplay and inventing my own language to communicate with other readers. 🙂
“They cheer as we reek; bestung by reflection”… hmm.. somehow this makes me think of how people react differently to a situation and how their attitudes alter in comparison to one another.. deep and eloquent write! 💜
Correct.
Different situation of how people react to one another and having different sets of beliefs and opinions.
Sometimes with different thoughts can cause conflict with people and how opinions differ.
“epileptic carnivals”
“the unclear fright alibi”
“demineralize the Ambiecology inheat”
Awesome.
Thank you. So glad you enjoyed this poetic cryptic message. Or just enjoyed the visual aspect of it.
Charlie, “they cheer as we reek,” What an awesome line.
Thank you my friend.
A prophecy of some sort, a message from a time travels journey back and fourth of seeing to what’s to come.
Maybe?? or just a word launage of creative influences from Anthony Burgess. You know (A Clock Work Orange).
The opening line – I love it!!! It rolls of the tongue. Great work!
I got heavily influence by reading (A Clockwork Orange) by Anthony Burgess.
My minds been inventing such words and how to express them in certain ways.
“Rorschach Pulvis….” I think I saw them at the Metropolitan Sports Center in the late 90s; warm-up band for Roachcoach Ptomaine and Seminal Overload. But maybe that wasn’t them…. You know how forgettable indoor concerts can be. Something about the atmosphere, I guess.
Great write, Charlie. Still unraveling it, but it felt fun on the tongue.
Pulvis means: “Dust” in Latin. My mind has been tapping into uncharted territories of our consciousness.
Words and the way I wanted to communicate with this poem in my way of speaking to the reader.
So glad you found this poem fun and cryptic. 🙂
This goes way over my head Charlie, even with a dictionary – it looks very clever! 🤗
hahahahaha!!! I don’t blame you at all. Every reader who stops by my page feel the same way as you do.
There’s a cryptic meaning behind all this…it just takes a few lines or words to kind of figure it out.
Some words I invented and others wordplay. 🙂
Sever the unblesser of number
vengefilled Chevmulant 57,
as Charlie places discordent Pulveyants
in Rorchach’s Restaurant.
Servitansloth unloads the sweat sun cosmology,
vitrify through pork foam amphitheaters.
It cures the discordian freemasonry mass
it procreates the eye of horus.
Horus in the eye of Isis
resurrected with the fallen
discordant aspect facing
west for the mass bratwurst.
Ascued and sauced with
pork assimulants of sawdust
served to ampitheatrical
life forms of Helios
Good to have you back, Charlie.
It’s good to be back and posting poetry in what makes the world happy and think. 🙂
You just bring a smile to my face Charlie 🙂 x
🙂 Glad you enjoyed this cryptic poetic experiment. 🙂
I am going to decipher this enigmatic piece of unique creativity , that is your mind getting round to the language of telling it exactly how it is. A revolutionary invention of literary ingenuity !
Now , I will read and enjoy the essence of every word written !
👏🏻 Charlie.
Bless you my friend.
I’ve been reading a lot of Anthony Burgess (A ClockWork Orange).
There’s British slang that I didn’t knew existed.
Somehow, my brain unlocked these words and language I never knew existed in my head.
I experimented with the flow and action of how I read it and my readers would understand its imagery.
Yeah, I am going to call my local bookstore and have it delivered.
Thank you , Charlie. Will spend the weekend reading it. Ciao.
Trust me. That book is something else. You should watch the movie as well. Directed by: Stanley Kubrick. It’s an eye awakening genius of cinema.
Okay. If it’s Stanley Kubrick I am in. I hope o find it on Netflix
They don’t have (A clockwork Orange) on Netflix anymore. They use to. If I we’re you I buy the movie itself and enjoy the work of the master Kubrick.
Yeah. That is a better idea.
🙂 The book is short…and when you watch the movie you’ll get the shared universe of it all.
Well, I am more impatient to watch the movie. So there!!!
The movie or book will suffice.
Yippeeee. I found it on Netflix.
🙂
An incantation to some obscure, chthonic deity!
Underworld but otherworldly language and having understanding of the human mind
and what our minds can do to tap into these vistas of beyond reality.
It’s scary but I love studying beyond the quantum realm of things.
Scary but intriguing I suppose.
It is. I have many nightmares sometimes. And a lot of time traveling as well.
I’m all over the place in my imagination and in other worlds.
I was just thinking you could turn your poetry to sci-fi/dystopian stories.
It sounds like a good idea. But, I don’t know the first thing on how to even write a story. I just know how to write forms in a style of poetry.
I can understand that. But no one knows how to write a story. It’s all about practice, and reading great writers conscientiously, trying to see how they did it.
If you feel like trying, you could start simply. Choose your last poem, for instance. If it’s an incantation, create the person who performs it. Which gods is he/she addressing and what does he/she want from them? You could do that as an exercise, write a paragraph or two and see how it all feels.
“brambles of hallelujah shit,”!!!
I don’t know where all this came from in my head.
I’m on a higher level of consciousness.
Sometimes I can’t sleep because of these planets and far reaches of other words.
Glad you loved that line. 🙂
Fantastic.
🙂
For those “brambles of hallelujah shit”, I wonder at the afterimage of this tapestry. And that is quite a title – it all coming to dirt is of quite significance.
-HA
Many images unfolded themselves into patterns of illusory and substance.
I’m letting the reader see and understand of what behavior our human condition will progress from such changes of our times. A caution of technology, a caution of what George Orwell predicted that we humans can’t listening.
So much power in this piece. Still it’s haunting my mind, Charlie you are a genius.
Bless you my friend.
If its haunting for you, you have no idea what’s going on my my head.
Lots of time traveling, visiting planets I’ve never seen or known before. Becoming my own superhero.
Man, I don’t know what’s going on in my head, but I love writing poetry and always pushing language to higher forms of sharing with my readers. 🙂
This poem speaks to me of a lack of originality and wisdom that exists in our over crowded world. Although, it probably exists in a world with plenty of elbow room.
The “Stand Your Ground” laws in certain states comes to mind.
Correct.
This world does lack originality. The bruised wisdom that humanity does not cherish.
I’m glad you see what is happening in the world and your last statement rings truth in our world.
P.S I wrote you an email. Have you read it yet?
Got the mail! Will write soon!
Duuuuude…I have no idea where or how you come up with these words to put into your work, but they are outstanding. You link them together as effortlessly as a child might make a daisy chain. From such disparate elements, you weave together a poetic narrative that is as frightening and fascinating as it is compelling. Each is its own microcosm, complete with an entire universe of characters, both fictional and real, living and dead, who rub elbows with each other as if they were stuck in a crowded room. Bravo, my friend. It’s difficult to label just one of your poems as my favorite, but this is definitely among your best!
Your poems are a catharsis for me, CharlieZero. They press reset on my stuck in a loop brain.Thank you!
🙂 This comment of yours made me happy.
I’m glad I could make your mind think and take you on my own world of experimental trip. Much like in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. 🙂
Geez – this is hauntingly powerful, to say the least.
Thank you, Samantha.
Believe it or not, this poem is a (Cut-up) experimentation of my own otherworldly dreams and what they mean to the readers themselves and the language that is presented to them.
I love experimenting with poetry and the language itself.
Glad you enjoyed this poem of mine very much.
I think that’s what gives it its power – I love that the reader has something of a decision to make in terms of the poems meaning. Very nicely done, once again 🙂
Its been a while Charlie… I came looking for you!… Hope all is well in your world.. Just thought I would pop over to say hello.. and hope you have your head in creating a book or something..
Just to say you are being sent some well wishes what ever you are doing..
Hugs Sue 💜
Hi! Sue, how are you? Everything is well on my end. Sorry for the delay, I was working on my 2nd book. And the good news – I’m officially finished with the book and currently writing my 3rd book to be a trilogy completion.
My 2nd book will be published independently through lulu.com by early of 2019.
Thank you for sending me great wishes and positivity.
How have you been? What have you been up to?
Wonderful to know Charlie.. Sounds like you are on a roll…… And thank you yes I too am well.. Just taking a break from commenting on blogs at the moment.. Harvesting Crops and winter digging, and some craft projects taking my time at the moment… And learning to nurture my self.. ❤
Glad alls well, and your books are well under way.. ❤ Take care… ❤
It’s always good to take a break from blogging or social media. We all need to give our brain a test and enjoy the outside nature, fresh air, and just have our thoughts to ourselves. I’m here sue if you need a friend to talk to. 🙂
Thanks Charlie.. You are a wonderful person.. I have just a brain overload of information, and so want to share some of it.. But know if I do it will seem ‘Out of This World’ which it is.. But suffice to say his world is about to get crazy… beyond belief… So I am just enjoying the NOW of it all.. ❤ you do the same my friend.. ❤
Bless your heart sue. 🙂
Hi Charlie! I received your messages but have been slammed and haven’t had the opportunity to call you back yet….but I will. I haven’t forgotten about you! Thanks for thinking of me. Just reading your work again. Still love it! Mom
Every time I’m here ..I think – OMG 😉👏 time to decipher the life around us 🕺🕺🕺✌️
Cool 😎
With all my poems that you’ve read, they are all ‘Cut up’ poems inspired by William S Burroughs. See, life is a cut up…so what I do with my work is I cut it up and re-arrange all the phrases and the end result is a case of random accident of the future leaking. I learn from Burroughs and he believed when cutting up a poem or story – the future predicts itself. Crazy right? hahahahahaha!!!!
Well there you go again using.phrases like “epileptic carnivals” and “brambles of hallelujah shit” to draw me in. What on earth is an old poet like me to do?
My way of writing is by using ‘William Burroughs’s Cut up technique. What I did with this poem…is cut it up and re-arranged all the phrases and by accident this poem was represented to me by my third mind. 🙂
I’m beginning to understand.
Yes. I love experimenting with words and visuals. I love making my readers think or laugh. 🙂