Dotless Claw of the Vile Sibilate


Elara claw soricine gut,
       Demephitise unguise – vocoid the dead beflowering passing…

       Indumentums dotless camera –
evaporated ecphonesis ambitious griller,
       telos scrambling
for a Martians scrabble view
       of frog mellisonant gleam flies,
gap epopoean dials the priapus sibilate.

Humdinger mushroom
envisage giant tarsiers’ ruling
sci-fi phalange hoof.

Banshee bloody banana –
     unhesitant in the skellum tombstone phthisis,
IC 10 artiodactyl spider swine dream –
      – walking skin rot…
      – eclat thole with hippie pores…

Yegg says; deplume misery away –
      and let bad-trips become envious
of pride Z.
     Condemn microbial misbehaved generations
from the eagles’ acid soilure,
     a vile shaman startled by timorous deleted me.



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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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