Bribe Hatch Sparge Tourniquet Syrup


Hatch scandal through cauldron gerrymander!

Idempotent, pavid!

Virescent shaking/
the exhausted frail Momus,
violent syrup
of brothel bowel dripping device.

 Eunuch bribe campaign!

may sparge artery,
octothorp decay.

the screed petechia hist.



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54 thoughts on “Bribe Hatch Sparge Tourniquet Syrup

    1. Yes, I am back and really happy to be home with my second family. 🙂

      Got it. I clicked on it and hope you get the request.

      I’ll be posting more and my poetry will be even more cryptic. 🙂

      Hope all is well with you.

                1. Yes, the feeling of sensitive is very overwhelming. I don’t know if you’ve ever feel like this at times, but every time I listen to music or just be out and about…lots of things in our minds get the best of us…and all of a sudden I start to cry uncontrollably. Even when I sleep I get nightmares…and I wake up crying and I just want to get a good night sleep. Do you feel this way as well? Hope I’m not alone.

                2. Yes to all of it. I cry myself to sleep, then when I finally fall asleep (sometimes I don’t), I wake up to cry some more. It’s always uncontrollable, when alone or with sb. Anything can trigger it.

                3. Seems like we’re both going through the same thing. Finally, not alone.

                  I know everything your saying is correct. My emotions are all over the place and anything triggers that response of crying.

                  I’m sorry we are both going through this. All we can do is talk and listen to each other and know that we’re there for one another.

                4. Bless you my friend. 🙂

                  Here’s a music video song I think you’ll enjoy. It helps me sometimes when i’m low. The music itself will make you think.

                  Blanck Mass – Please (Official Music Video)

                  P.S I read and commented on 2 of your post. 🙂 Hope you received my comments.

                5. Glad you loved the music. I’ve seen Blanck mass before when he came to L.A. He blew me away and changed me with his experience in performing that song live.

                  Listening to that whole album does change one’s perspective on how you feel about the album itself.

  1. That is an interesting question, Charlie.
    Can existence thelitis survive
    four more years of intorted sparge,
    and tweeted bedpan hist ?

  2. …………………..Charlie,

    Thanks for your kindness

    Just think, angels wearing shoes
    “Bribe Hatch Spew”
    each reader in proportion

    you walking around with your scales
    weighing out what it takes
    last week you were measuring
    length after length
    now you know
    (+) each reader in proportion

    the number of words you’ve collected
    the number you string together
    the real words
    the dictionary filth
    vowels and consonants
    more or less

    are they cataloged ?
    prose ingredients
    apprehended by the ear
    your pockets full
    pool halls
    and gyms

    little dramas with syrup
    refused entry in the clean room
    you visit the library
    where they cut off your words
    your community with the loud exhausts
    automobiles with undertones
    blank verse sex in the dark
    metaphysical dry-rubbing prose

    Charlie at the Great Harvest

    1. Michael,

      Dry-rubbing automobiles you
      each wearing syrup,
      spew your exhaust pool dictionary.

      The library metaphysical
      collects reader dramas cut
      from words length prose.

      And your filth angels’
      room the walking sailor’s consonants.
      More ingredients
      apprehend bribe proportion pockets –
      or cataloged verse.

      Undertone vowels, sex the week
      in gym hatch halls.

  3. Their syrup collapsed eyes – octothorp screed –
       Through advertise virescent decay.  
May the bedpan hist exhaust campaigns
        bowel to a triquetra artery in.
    Your verse gets cryptic but that is the fun of it, deciphering the essence of it all.
    Well, my brain welcomes you because you got it thinking overtime and my heart does too eh!!

    1. Poetry is like film – one needs to push the boundaries with words and the imagination we call art. That is what makes any writer out there in the world evolve and tell different stories to fill our minds with joy and that good adventure. 🙂

      Good to be back! 🙂

      1. Well, your poetry is a roller coaster ride of aesthetics, an adventure that pushes The boundaries of the mind going to places of imagination.

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