Astronomers Moo into Spinal Cord Accents

 

The unmyelinated
   Baptist, moo the accents
      tribal undipoppless spinal cord gallex.

Scratch turbulence secrets
that bury miracle microbe.

Pulsar scabs
       into
pestilence audition.

The cluster yage oort – catafalque for velar
and its sunken ennui patch gut.

The grith resemble feign astronomers
       icy Samarkand;
nailed raptors to a hoag’s object,
ejecting claim algol stargaze
    in a she colliding sacred.

 

 

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43 thoughts on “Astronomers Moo into Spinal Cord Accents

    1. “The object of poetic activity is essentially language: whatever his beliefs & convictions, the poet is more concerned with words than what these words designate.”
      ― Octavio Paz

      Words are like different multi-colored palettes – it doesn’t matter what color you choose to paint – all that matters is what your heart feels to paint in that canvas.

  1. Yes, we are an ancient species. Some, who are comfortable in this life and galaxy, may find ourselves bored. With or without struggle, we could turn to religion. I sincerely doubt the insects do. Yet, they are every bit as crucial as humans to the existence we know.

    1. Our species needs, and deserves, a citizenry with minds wide awake and a basic understanding of how the world works. ~Carl Sagan

      True statement you’ve made.

      With struggle in our world things seem chaotic and rather interesting as oppose to the stars hanging in the galaxy feeling bored and want to find themselves seeing a struggle within the laws of the cosmos.

  2. Great 👍 I enter into a universe of words and magic , I spin into this verse and my mind is fascinated with the verse you have spun , btw, the title captures the spirit of your creative expression! Definitely, a reread !

    1. For me, there is very little difference between magic and art. To me, the ultimate act of magic is to create something from nothing: It’s like when the stage magician pulls the rabbit from the hat. ~ Alan Moore

      Glad you liked the title and the over all poem of its expressionism.

      Words have such a great influence on every reader.

  3. ………………………..Charlie,

    when I pulled the curtains apart
    Noah was standing there
    at the altar on the Ark
    reading this poem

    ASTRONOMERS MOO INTO SPINAL CORD ACCENTS

    your search for happiness
    your insatiable appetite
    Little Charlie Zero
    gold embroidery
    and more

    I wanted you to hold me in your arms
    to melt my ego
    my superego

    together we could overcome despair
    inflate youthful aspirations
    together in application

    Little Charlie Zero
    employing substitute words
    simultaneously
    fanatical devotion to confusion
    45 minutes at a stoplight

    1. …………Michael,

      The symptoms are separated.
      You read the appetite
      of equal examination.
      Congratulations to confusion –
      the supreme superego advanced appropriately.

      Noah was shepherd as he said,
      got over the altar.
      The alien race Una
      manufactured minute bone.

      Arc astronomers –
      transfer
      their weapons,
      The song is made up.

  4. That’s awesome, powerful…
    I’m glad to meet you and your poetry…
    Our writing are so close yeah…
    Reading your poems make me feel less alone.
    Thank you !

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