It growls bleeding
cosmism disorients,
chirp carking.
Demon theatre
feared
purgation.
Parenchyma implanted
staged iliac,
it allowed
itself
to be
illude.
Fleer rumor
clap imitation,
fatidic plays
guff pellagra.
Inbeing regenerates you!
Kidney
eaten
by elbows,
everyone applauded
meditation burn.
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……………………….Charlie,
I’ll say one thing, “poetry like this could put a measurable dent in the profit
of the Disney corporation.” What a litmus test for commercial potential !
You may be stealing the Rolex from someone’s Christmas stocking.
The poem starts out like an angry Jean-Claude Van Damme and ends up like
an elementary school teacher telling students not to tear off the wings
of butterflies.
I fear one day that you will disappear into the body of your writings.
At first you made readers exercise dictionary skills but now you can no longer
confront those frustrations. Now you take your readers on a long hike
only to have the path turn into a rabbit run. You’ve taken us out on a
branch and we have no other choice than leap off into the unknown.
No decent reader would dare backtrack.
Adventurous daydreams ?
Substitute gratifications ?
Charlie, you write the menu.
What angry exercise
does the reader corporation –
may dictionary its test stocking?
Could stealing ends
substitute long frustrations off Christmas Potential?
Someone’s butterflies, someone’s tearing jean-claude van Damme,
it’s the skill adventurous daydream menu –
which leaps rolex of rabbit Litmus say.
I’ll choice out the unknown poem Disney.
Hike fears those commercial robots.
The wings poetry backtrack its gratifications unicorn.
You grabbed me from the opening lines. Good one Charlie.
Happy Monday
hahahaha!!! You’re welcome.
Those lines stood out and they needed to invoke a sense of surprises from a readers point of view. 🙂
Thanks my friend
Any time. 🙂
I like that. Keep cutting the flux Charlie !
Thank you, Younisos.
The flux of cutting poetry is to unfold the future and predict its later realities.
Beautiful poem
Thank you so much.
This is a cut up poem/experimentation that I love to challenge my readers and myself.
That should seperate the Blurtogs
from the Glonkoliths, Charlie.
Really great wordplay and your response.
If I’d separate the Blurtogs from the echlogs, there’s an obvious transparent heart floating amongst the covered sun.
“Though you might hear laughing,
spinning, swinging madly across the sun
It’s not aimed at anyone
It’s just escaping on the run
And but for the sky
there are no fences facing
And if you hear vague traces
of skipping reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time
It’s just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn’t pay it any mind
It’s just a shadow you’re seeing
that he’s chasing.”
~ Robert A. Zimmerman
(Just thought I’d call in the Grand
Master Wordsmith, Charlie 😏)
Excellent quote. I love the soothing poetic statement. 🙂
You’ll need a Hadron Collider to
seperate those echlogs!
Better make it a very large one.
I believe there’s one in Sweden.
hahahaha!!! Love your poetic imagery in responding in commentary. 🙂
😎✔️
Revolutionary poetry ! It’s cut up ecstasy of words ! It’s an applauding opening and I don’t want the curtains going down ! I will need more than a reread of this dramatically expertised lines.
The Theatre of poetry collages will always remind open for all audiences to see the next show of hallucination and language dancing with many stars and planets. 🙂
You harmonize the ballet of words to sync with the senses ! It’s the cosmos of letters at play and you the conductor with your baton of poetic power and we the thrilled audience.
Excellent observation. 🙂 Love your comment very much. 🙂
😊🙂
Love the drama and intensity. You do this so well 💜
Thank you my friend. 🙂
Whatever dreams are welcoming my imagination…I love to write them and experiment with imagery and present them to my readers. 🙂
Diseases…. I’d better stay away from that…. I believe in the law of attraction 😉😜😄
hahahahaha!!! Like your response.
Law of attraction is the way to go. 🙂
😉😄😄
Really such a challenge and an adventure reading your poetry, but I am up for both! This seems like a poem that would have even more punch to it if read aloud.
Thank you, Jade.
I have thought about doing a YouTube video of me reciting poems like this. But, I’ll settle for audio someday. I don’t know when…but I’ll be a surprise. 🙂
The challenges poetry can take a reader is infinite…creating dream-scape of impossible beauty.
A demon eaten by god
Releases rumors
Desperately implanted carcinoma
Disorients like a used narrative.
No part of it can be reproduced
If you don’t clap your elbows
To the beat of this poet’s genius.
Just trying to clap with my elbows hurts LOL 😀 I always need a dictionary to my side when I read your posts Charlie.. But you never fail to brighten my day. Lots of theatre around at the moment Charlie.
Hope you are doing OK my friend.. :-D, sending giant hugs your way… And take care of yourself 💙