Dotless Claw of the Vile Sibilate


The skin deplume.
bloody banshee.

scrambling misery

sci-fi epopee

The envious claw
swine dream.

Banana mushroom sibilate!

startled eyes
premature ejaculation
death’s plate.

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26 thoughts on “Dotless Claw of the Vile Sibilate

  1. ……………………………Charlie,

    this poem is like a taxi set in motion without a destination
    the passenger in the back
    scribbles love sonnets
    as bombs explode next to the vehicle

    your references to a mushroom and a banana
    were both singular
    when a less skilled poet
    would have made them plural

    your choice of words
    suggest that you
    are leaving behind your humanness
    your creativity is flirting with mechanical constructs
    are you becoming machinelike ?

    with the impending collapse of our civilization
    you will be the first android poet
    a peacock in a wasteland

    1. Michael the poet
      you motion yourself in a pool of wasteland –
      your destination vehicle
      is set in mechanical suggestions.

      Though without them that skill choice
      Civilization becomes the leaving flirt android.
      I still got my humanness plural made;
      you on the other hand – Machinelike.

      Words peacock through exploding scribble –
      a singular collapse – be it impending;
      Creativity taxi mushroom –
      constructs back references of banana serpents.

      1. …………………………Charlie

        I saw you the other night at the Sausage Factory
        and I thought to myself, “OMG, he’s still growing”
        6ft5in—the tallest hunk in the room
        you were leaking seed
        it glowed with the blacklight
        you seemed to be the center of attention
        the fruitful poet ?
        the pilgrim who has made progress ?
        the magician who transforms artifacts from our daily life
        into new and unexpected forms
        the evolution of language in your hands
        Charlie, deep in the maze of American culture
        Charlie, the Poet of the automatons
        (+) no need to speak of serpents or snakes or banana shapes

        1. OMG! This was unexpected;
          the poet of 6ft5in—
          whose maze culture snaked his own factory.

          Black-light glowed the attention poet
          through the American no.
          It’s evolution life
          blossomed in the deepest seed speak.

          Your artifacts
          shape night fruits
          into serpent magicians,
          growing sausage clouds –
          where automatons seer,
          and language hunk pilgrims reboot.

  2. Omg looove this. Your creativity is insanely creative, every word here jumps out of its skin screaming screenplay. This is fabulously magic. Need I say, I need to read it leisure by leisure and enjoy it leisurely! Thanks for this.

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