Skins hasten/ flabbergast soucouyant/
high spurred intruders/
lump paraprosdokian.
Snatching hot matter laborious/
befallen demodex
inside ascertained accursed aptrgangr testimony.
Re-interred chromaffin-cells/
organogenesis enhancer/
molecular revenant autumn of viraemia ectropion/
gastrulation coeliac
from baptism to erolklof lemures/
the thought monocle kratom
surprised death/ covered et cetera infirmary/
astonished by husk excrescence.
Copyright © 2019 Charlie Zero the Poet
All rights Reserved.
No part of Flabbergast Revenant Hot Husk Infirmary – may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means: electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior permission. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Charlie Zero the Poet and his poetry works with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
Like a funky vision or a tequila reality. Either way this is genius.
Thank you, Walt.
It does feel that way…although, reality tends to reshape itself from time to time.
Unless of course, reality took quite a drug that brought its own version of hallucinations.
Viruses, erosion, folklore lemurs…The bleeding humanity. Is the patient dying?
To answer the question: Every flag that connects humanity as one weeps of earth’s dying patient.
Humans try and try their best to save its natural resources, where are we right now?
We ‘tried’ too hard.
Exactly. We all have to try within our heart and soul to protect of whatever is left we have.
…………………….Charlie,
You’ve released beautiful nuggets
that were buried deep inside the Counsel’s
448-page report (THE MUELLER REPORT) !!!
………………….Michael,
News report mutant unicorns
conquered the dragon self,
Bill collins
floated like pungent stomach head.
Semi-dusk
buried 448-page
of the counsels
Lapdance nuggets.
We may not be doing well, but are writing brilliant poetry, Charlie.
All we can do is write from our very own hearts and give the readers a beautiful journey of our own world.
Excrescence is a Musk
for Husk testimony
from Infirmary of Crumb
… Always taking the bite
from realities Alice Biscuit.
The wind itself pulled dusk
from its stomach,
confusion grew a tusk
and everything pale sudden.
Of course it takes me a lot of reading to really understand and appreciate your brilliant work.
Reading your work is like reinventing myself. I become new , my mind evolves as I decipher.
It’s fun , really , it’s like going to another world ! Thrilling man, truly exciting to discover what you have written.
Thank you, Yassy.
I’m glad you enjoy my work and makes you think so much. That’s what all poetry should do, question people’s minds and explore further into the impossible.
You make the impossible a revolutionary way of exploring aesthetics!
Thank you, Yassy. I do my best to tell great innovative stories that bring flow and complexities.
You are welcome, Charlie.
What you do to poetry is epic. It’s for all posterity !! You put so much into it , it’s like a new soul being brought into the coming generations, that will live eternal.
Bless you, yassy. My heart is happy for your comment. 🙂
😊
At least we surprised death with all the innovative ways we found to keep him busy.
Exactly. Death may get the best of us – but we can make death feel busy with such cryptic coding that death itself could find confusing and not bother us humans with his fear.
Amen!
🙂
Amazing each time!! 👌
🙂 Thank you my friend. 🙂
This poem is a snake. It sheds its skin. It is reborn, better than ever. It will kill you if you are too sickened to suck out the venom.
LOL! It does have the ring of politics…mmm… someone political about it! 😉
Great analogy. 🙂
I suppose by accident this was a political theme in within itself. 🙂