Leprosy Lollipop Lesson

 

Lesson antrorse unfold metronome.

Meshuga coruscate leprosy/
clicks cerise.
Sung pabulum foie-gras,
lingua-franca inadvertently
pulls the oddly
elapse plot.

– The rifampicin skull and phenom multipurpose –.

Chanteuse lollipop the intracranial math/
severed its reaching suet pule –
stanzas communicate
into lumps
of
 Steinmetz solid deliriant.

 

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96 thoughts on “Leprosy Lollipop Lesson

    1. I replied this to Bojana and a few others explaining how.

      “The metaphor lollipop is a gunk-flesh humanoid whose eyes are covered in leprosy.
      It can’t see… blinded by a curse. What’s the lesson?
      It must first go through difficult challenges good or bad there’s always a choice in the path one takes.
      Life comes with a choice. Humans at most, break those rules, others take the right choices in order to know what’s right and leave out the wrong. Responsibility is a right and unfair to most.”

      Now, that’s my interpretation that opens up to the readers understanding and their view of it in a different opinion.
      Or, I created an art collage of words that supplement a surrealism dream that the humanoid leprosy is another metaphor of our worst fears.

      Hope this makes much more sense and understanding the poem itself.

        1. I’m glad you saw it the other way around. 🙂 Had you there for a bit. hahahahaha!!!!

          It’s good to be back. I needed a little break. I have a ton of new writing material and I’m moving phrases around just to give my work a bit of more imagery and lots to think about. 🙂

    1. Thank you Frank.

      As I explained to some commenters behind what this all means, here you go:

      “The metaphor lollipop is a gunk-flesh humanoid whose eyes are covered in leprosy.
      It can’t see… blinded by a curse. What’s the lesson?
      It must first go through difficult challenges good or bad there’s always a choice in the path one takes.
      Life comes with a choice. Humans at most, break those rules, others take the right choices in order to know what’s right and leave out the wrong. Responsibility is a right and unfair to most.”

      Now, that’s my interpretation that opens up to the readers understanding and their view of it in a different opinion.
      Or, I created an art collage of words that supplement a surrealism dream that the humanoid leprosy is another metaphor of our worst fears.

      Hope you enjoyed the poem more as I’ve explained it. 🙂

    1. “The metaphor lollipop is a gunk-flesh humanoid whose eyes are covered in leprosy.
      It can’t see… blinded by a curse. What’s the lesson?
      It must first go through difficult challenges good or bad there’s always a choice in the path one takes.
      Life comes with a choice. Humans at most, break those rules, others take the right choices in order to know what’s right and leave out the wrong. Responsibility is a right and unfair to most.”

      Now, that’s my interpretation that opens up to the readers understanding and their view of it in a different opinion.
      Or, I created an art collage of words that supplement a surrealism dream that the humanoid leprosy is another metaphor of our worst fears.

      Hope this helped?

        1. True. Sometimes the wrong is what humans find a curiosity of knowing what could have been or would have been. The road is open to many possibilities.

          Yes, still dreaming and I’ve written some really insane stuff that I’ll be posting more and more.

    1. I replied to Bojana above with this comment.

      ““The metaphor lollipop is a gunk-flesh humanoid whose eyes are covered in leprosy.
      It can’t see… blinded by a curse. What’s the lesson?
      It must first go through difficult challenges good or bad there’s always a choice in the path one takes.
      Life comes with a choice. Humans at most, break those rules, others take the right choices in order to know what’s right and leave out the wrong. Responsibility is a right and unfair to most.”

      Now, that’s my interpretation that opens up to the readers understanding and their view of it in a different opinion.
      Or, I created an art collage of words that supplement a surrealism dream that the humanoid leprosy is another metaphor of our worst fears.

      If this helped awesome! Hope you see the analogy.

    1. I replied to both commenters above and this is my view of the poem itself.

      “The metaphor lollipop is a gunk-flesh humanoid whose eyes are covered in leprosy.
      It can’t see… blinded by a curse. What’s the lesson?
      It must first go through difficult challenges good or bad there’s always a choice in the path one takes.
      Life comes with a choice. Humans at most, break those rules, others take the right choices in order to know what’s right and leave out the wrong. Responsibility is a right and unfair to most.”

      Now, that’s my interpretation that opens up to the readers understanding and their view of it in a different opinion.
      Or, I created an art collage of words that supplement a surrealism dream that the humanoid leprosy is another metaphor of our worst fears.

      Miss you Yassy. Hope this helped explain everything. 🙂

    1. Thank you my friend.

      I’ve been experimenting more and more with the cut up and taking the aim of the challenge and the words themselves to a whole other spectrum. Hope you enjoyed it and please read the comment above as I further explained what the meaning behind this poem means. 🙂

  1. I absolutely adore this poem. Needed no explanation, though I also adored reading those. I love love love how you explain the poems. Process exposure rocks. When I first read it I’d viewed it like this, the second explanation: “Or, I created an art collage of words that supplement a surrealism dream…”

    It’s the language(s) and the cutting of it and the collaging of it that tickles my brain and makes me so delighted. It’s like taking a hit of entheogenic substance.

    Ahhhh, I’m re-reading it, I can’t stand it! It’s so awesome 👌🙏

    1. Thank you so much Nadine.

      I so love experimenting with the ‘Cut up Technique’. It helps my dreams to venture off
      into new territories and bring in something new and different into a poetic format.

      Also, what went into this process was pure noise/industrial music.

      I’d like to share this music with you.

      Rabit – Pandemic

      The synapses have a connection to noise music. It somehow taps into those surrealism of words and we create something that’s hallucinatory. 🙂

      1. Awesome Charlie thank you so much for this. Will try to have a listen when I’m back at home later.

        I also like your analysis of noise music. I haven’t been much a fan of noise music but some of my family members seem to love it so I appreciate the insights. 😊

        1. p.s. oh wow I listened to it and love it. It doesn’t sound like noise to me. I was thinking of some other genre. This is synapse-tickling indeed. Thanks for sharing. xoxoxo

          1. Ok so I listened to it a little further this time (I have a bit of ADD hehe) and it did get more noise-like there in the middle. Very interesting soundscapes and I can see how your poetry works together with it 👌

        2. You are welcome. Hope you enjoyed the music?

          What I mean by noise music – noise music mixed in with techno, industrial, drone, or dark ambient, or glitch. Those are the type of music that stimulates the synapses when I write and experiment with the cut up. 🙂

          I could recommend you to some really great music. Underground electronic music. 🙂

          1. Ah ok cool, yes my eldest son seems to love that style, which is interesting since he’s quite a technical person…. it’s not really my thing to be completely honest I prefer more melodic style things I suppose but I always love to experience new-to-me clips such as what you’ve given me there so thank you very much for sharing these 🙏😊

  2. I’ve tunneled thru this poem, and seen its graffiti and endless tones. The comments illuminated the sections that may have darkened my brain at first. Great piece, Charlie.

  3. A leprosy lollipop…. the language of this, and the rest of this conjures flesh and meat, humans as carnivores that feed themselves with bad choices, no matter the cost. I get a sense of battery hens, caged ducks, pigs in crates, and humans praying on them with leprosy eyes, seeing them as lollipops not animals…

    Or maybe this is the vegetarian in me talking here? My interpretation kind of seems to fit with yours?

    So glad to read you again Charlie – have missed you!

    1. Your interpretation definitely fits mine.

      I love your view of the human carnivores feeding within the bad choices.
      The desperation fuels their carving.

      It’s the choices that humans choose that will effect their future and the events to come.

      Here’s a music that sort of influenced this poem that and among others.

      hyph11e – Escapism

      Hope the music makes sense with the poem itself. 🙂

      1. Thank you for sharing that link, ‘escapism’ is truly the perfect name for it, a frightening and surreal fairytale with music that encourages the heart to break free from its confines. I see how this inspires you to write.
        “human carnivores feeding within the bad choices.
        The desperation fuels their carving.”
        Human carnivores that are so empty, starving for something, anything to fill us up, to consume, no matter what the cost. I read this article called ‘empty selves’ a really long time ago, and this is what that reminds me of.

        Awesome and thought provoking work, as always Charlie.

        1. You are welcome. I’m so glad you enjoyed the music and felt the influence that led to the poem itself.

          Here’s a quote by someone:

          “We live in a world that tells us not to care, to consume everything in sight. It tells us that being cool and being an individual actually means buying what everyone else is buying and doing what everyone else is doing.” ~Julia Butterfly Hill

          You are welcome. Stay tune for tomorrows post. 🙂

  4. …………………….Charlie,

    Thanks for the kindness !

    This was a really difficult poem. The words are like club dancers
    who have nothing left to display. Cold, cold nudity with little emotion.
    Hardcore rigor mortis. Your degree of rigidity is painful.

    A cellophane portrait with the camera pulled back too far.
    Any definition has grown too tiny and lost.

    Have you really given up prose ?
    Word collages seem like a lazy task.
    Like you’re really not saying anything
    just occupying space.

    Who am I to comment on your black velvet harem pants ?

    1. …………………………………Michael,

      Thank you for your kindness!

      Is your rigor mortis occupying the dancers?

      Emotional helmet
      posed for display parsnip.
      The task was the word saying; cold beer.

      Lazy definitions speak their minds
      in prose not cellophane.
      Have you unlearn
      what an auto-tone fish pronounces violin?

      A black poem portrait
      of velvet collages/
      left feeling hardcore disco hallucinatory.

      1. The reasons for the LSD seasons
        is beyond the Orb of all meanings.
        But as surely as a Missile Summer
        follows an Arab Sping, astronomers,
        with broken binoculars, will keep on
        seeking 👀

    1. ……………………………David,

      recently someone told me that they had a failed O-ring
      and had to go to an expensive doctor
      vigorous backdoor antics (?)
      I don’t know
      Lessons in Leprosy seems more troublesome
      than lollipops coated with intracranial meth

      Have you noticed Charlie’s eyebrows
      are starting to look like the wings
      of an adult ostrich ?

      1. Why Ostrich when an Emu would do?
        Neither fly, but Charlie is not that
        sort of a sly guy to meth the lollipop
        colonoscopy at the Colony La Leprosy?
        I guess the Space Shuttle Intracranial
        should’ve got a bigger O-Ring 🤔
        Greatly appreciate you’re art, Michael.
        Keep creating, for that is the big thing.

        1. it is true———–AN EMU WOULD DO
          in Appalachia, Virginia an Emu might be boss
          but in California, one must display the cash-cow bird
          Charlie says that my suspicions of him are aroused
          by my knowledge of myself

          1. “Prior to shooting the deputy, one
            must know thyself. For then, when
            you deny shooting the sheriff, others
            will most certainly believe thee.”
            ~ Bob Cat Marley
            (Just an Okie from Muskogee)

  5. I have read your interpretation. It’s very good.
    Mine is more simple.
    We are what we eat.
    We are as ugly as the worst we put into ourselves, and as beautiful as the best.

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