Sternutation Horses Sprinkle Glaze of Snowless Latex



Whiskers soul, mixtape muffin demise!

Clocks ticking malevolence/
Isaac Asimov
his liver
snake alarmapocalypse.

Bubble tuna hemistich organ/

Glue burner!

Vomit smelt!

Genghis hobo death, two-face – pretentious hipster!

Potassvoid headphones/
electric cannibal snout.

Unscience spiral
lifted scrutinizer,
calbindin peeler
numbless synchronized wish.

My wax heart pasta
the jussive bat sars.

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50 thoughts on “Sternutation Horses Sprinkle Glaze of Snowless Latex

          1. I’m a very old fashioned romantic. I just LOVE Romeo and Juliette. BTW, have you seen Zeffirelli’s Romeo and Juliette. It was made in 1968, and is brilliant. The costumes, the sets, the acting, the cinematography, the music, the casting just everything is perfect.
            If you have not seen this amazing work, you must. Your romantic nature would be enriched! -Resa

            1. I have not seen the film. So, I’ll put this one on my list of movies to buy and watch. 🙂 I’m sure if I watch this film, I’ll feel inspired and would consider writing a love poem but with a complex experimental approach. 🙂 Or, a sci-fi experimental love poem would suffice.

      1. 😀 I’m working on doing a Gallery Art Show. I need to submit 10 pieces in early August. I have 9 done! It’s based on my Art Gowns!!

  1. Wow! You are back with a vengeance!

    Love this beginning: Unscience my snout regime muffin,
    paddle wayward unsung demise –
    hobo parsnip swallows the burner whiskers.

    It’s so strong, takes me right in.

    I’d dedicate this line to some people:

    Pretentious hipster vomit tuna amoeba

    And I’m sure if malevolence smelt, it would smell pasteurized!

    Welcome back, you were missed!

    1. The poem can be broken up into 2 meanings.

      The first couple of lines, you nailed it correctly.

      These lines:
      Bat snake two-face
      Numbless wish

      was a call to something that happen to me, and what I experienced at work place, no longer working there.
      I was angry and got a taste at darkness. This could also be a call to clenching my fist and giving my middle finger to corporate mental abuse.

      The 2nd part about hipsters…you are spot on correct.

      Please, go right ahead and dedicate that line to all hipsters. 🙂

      Thank you for welcoming me back! I’ll be writing new stuff and introducing old stuff but polished that other readers haven’t read before. 🙂

  2. My scratched organs
    scambled in the reverb
    of electric fang
    headphones bitten
    lile war horses ridden
    then superannuated
    with marinated sorrow
    die from latex poisioning
    on the threshold
    of a regurgitated tomorrow
    Thanks for the reminder, Charlie,
    not to gaze into the glaze
    of a hipster vomit swallow

    1. My marinated vessel
      scratched the echos wound
      and gazed regurgitated reverb
      for scrambled war
      and ending the hipster thanks.

      A lot of organs.
      Latex rainbows.

      A threshold sun dial,
      equals the amount
      of Super sorrow poisoning
      the random number
      and converting Tomorrow
      of ridden vomit, electric swallow.

      1. Variegated mussels
        etched the flagpole of an Andy Warhol tommorrow
        sampling a Nico yesterday.
        Children of the Spandex
        purging punk cheques,
        bouncing electric sorrow,
        for the organ grinder
        monkey poison to swallow
        in the sun dial hipster garden
        by the Rainbow sea of Random.

  3. Clocks ticking god’s alarmapocalypse!
    Suppose death played the laughing peeler,
    synchronized by pasta spiral headphones.

    You are back at full speed here!

  4. I think this poem made me smile! The opening para is awesome.
    Unscience my snout regime muffin, paddle wayward unsung demise… somehow i find this endearing.
    Clocks ticking god’s alarmapocalyse!, death playing the laughing peeler, only yoy could think of this…pasta spiral headphones !
    You are mindbogglingly creative , Charlie and intellectual to boot .
    I missed this, missed your poetry .
    Glad you are back

    1. I felt something as I wrote this whole poem. It only took me 5 minutes.
      Maybe, this poem might have come off as something humorous
      or, probably the aftermath of how much angry I was at what happen at the place I was working at.

      Either way, I see this poem as a positive and creative outlet for all hearts to be healed, and see this as a creative trip into something unknown. 🙂

      1. Yes, there is a hint of playfulness here, maybe letting go , a healing with a stronger heart.
        There is somethin here that was not there before in your previous work , like you say , it’s a sort of healing done creatively , a stress bust.
        Seriously , it’s wonderful. Totally , stand awed.

  5. if you follow miles of doodling
    you will end up under a skinny horse
    sprinkling glaze
    ——Robert Frost

    the mysterious pleasures of playing Charlie,
    a true sizable dollop of Charlie
    gefilte fish
    chopped liver
    hard-boiled eggs
    real horseradish

    the more difficult details
    will not be revealed

    THANKS, Charlie
    I appreciate your visit to my blog
    gummy Benzedrine anytime

  6. Your work is always original, but it’s exciting to see you playing with form as well. The structure of this poem is so unique, with the bullet points acting as points of emphasis, highlighting certain emotions or thoughts. It reminds me of a PowerPoint presentation or a college lecture. Bravo, my friend! It’s good to have you back. 🙂

  7. Good to see you back Charlie.. I love the sound of ” pasta spiral headphones.”… I have turned the volume down on life recently and tuned into Self… A great channel, don’t you agree!..
    Take care dear Charlie.. Hope that book is almost done.. ❤
    Hugs Sue 🙂

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