Pavlov utters with 4 Legged Eyebrows

 

Nostril impersonators belched prosthesis.

Feces dream/
rewriting
censorship
for nihil-obstat.

Mr. Philippic
interviewed
4 plethoric genitalia;
chirr…cola…cromlech
and petunia macrolide.

Pavlov utters endless legged onward!

Hyphen
overpopulated
itself
in
dotted boondoggle.

Detective Pollock
surprised
by
eyebrows urinating
away anxiety.

 

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69 thoughts on “Pavlov utters with 4 Legged Eyebrows

    1. You welcome Yassy. hahahahaha!!!

      This dream of mine was much funnier. 🙂

      ‘Pavlov holding hands with an anthropomorphic VHS. It guides him toward a gate that’s filled with human butts. Upon opening and entering, a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology. Mr. VHS informs Pavlov about the temple of feces. In the temple – there are healing properties to cleanse anyone off sin or pronouns. Pavlov agreed and off they went to apprehend the cure of such shenanigans”.

      hahahahaha!!!

    1. This dream of mine was much weird and funnier.

      ‘Pavlov holding hands with an anthropomorphic VHS. It guides him toward a gate that’s filled with human butts. Upon opening and entering, a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology. Mr. VHS informs Pavlov about the temple of feces. In the temple – there are healing properties to cleanse anyone off sin or pronouns. Pavlov agreed and off they went to apprehend the cure of such shenanigans”.

    1. Thank you Anthony. My dreams are weird and I love experimenting with the concepts and words themselves.

      This was my dream that resulted in the poem process.

      ‘Pavlov holding hands with an anthropomorphic VHS. It guides him toward a gate that’s filled with human butts. Upon opening and entering, a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology. Mr. VHS informs Pavlov about the temple of feces. In the temple – there are healing properties to cleanse anyone off sin or pronouns. Pavlov agreed and off they went to apprehend the cure of such shenanigans”.

  1. eyelash emergency and toilet bowl shenanigans, thank you for a bit of respite in this overly anxious time of numbers and digital worries. be blessed dear writer friend.

    1. Excellent observation, Gina.

      Well, you and I, did get a sense of shenanigans part. I dreamed this and which resulted with the poem.

      ‘Pavlov holding hands with an anthropomorphic VHS. It guides him toward a gate that’s filled with human butts. Upon opening and entering, a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology. Mr. VHS informs Pavlov about the temple of feces. In the temple – there are healing properties to cleanse anyone off sin or pronouns. Pavlov agreed and off they went to apprehend the cure of such shenanigans”.

    1. Thank you. 🙂 I had fun experimenting with this one.

      ‘Pavlov holding hands with an anthropomorphic VHS. It guides him toward a gate that’s filled with human butts. Upon opening and entering, a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology. Mr. VHS informs Pavlov about the temple of feces. In the temple – there are healing properties to cleanse anyone off sin or pronouns. Pavlov agreed and off they went to apprehend the cure of such shenanigans”.

      That was my dream and I told it into this. 🙂 hahahahaha!!!!

  2. Your poems are always a place where I feel challenged, and yet safe by the sage on the stage narrating stories in swirling roars of exclaims and cheers, Lights flashing in the background, assisting the tale.

    1. That is the best observation and complimentary of my work. Bless you dearly my friend.

      What inspired the poem was this dream I had based on Pavlov and the experimental poem itself.

      ‘Pavlov holding hands with an anthropomorphic VHS. It guides him toward a gate that’s filled with human butts. Upon opening and entering, a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology. Mr. VHS informs Pavlov about the temple of feces. In the temple – there are healing properties to cleanse anyone off sin or pronouns. Pavlov agreed and off they went to apprehend the cure of such shenanigans”.

    1. I went to school with a family of nostril impersonators
      the snot factor was difficult to navigate
      they sat by themselves at lunch
      ———-count the short stories written
      about romance and volleyball
      with a nostril impersonator

      prior to dotting strange designs
      at the urinal
      the Detective was having difficulty
      in the marriage bed
      words were never exchanged
      but that look on his wife’s face
      like that crazy groundhog
      in the shadows

      dream feces
      d-r-e-a-m f-e-c-e-s
      a shake free of the body
      the final delusion…..dream feces
      passive suffering, an easeful of air
      from death the path to Holy Judgment
      is paved with dream feces of troubled souls

      1. When your nose runs🏃‍♂️
        and you’re feet smell 👣👃
        you must be upside down 🙃 🕶️

        God knows you ain’t pretty,
        God knows it’s true.
        God knows there ain’t anybody
        Ever gonna take the place of you.

        God knows it’s a struggle,
        God knows it’s a crime,
        God knows there’s gonna
        be no more water
        But fire next time.

        God didn’t call it treason,
        God didn’t call it wrong,
        It was supposed to last a season
        But it’s been so strong for so long.

        God knows it’s fragile,
        God knows everything,
        God knows it could
        snap apart right now
        Just like putting scissors to a string.

        God knows it’s terrifying,
        God sees it all unfold,
        There’s a million reasons
        For you to be crying
        You been so bold and so cold.

        God knows that when you see it,
        God knows you’ve got to weep,
        God knows the secrets of your heart,
        He’ll tell them to you
        When you’re asleep.

        God knows there’s a river,
        God knows how to make it flow,
        God knows you ain’t gonna be taking
        Nothing with you when you go.

        God knows there’s a purpose,
        God knows there’s a chance,
        God knows you can rise
        Above the darkest hour
        Of any circumstance.

        God knows there’s a heaven,
        God knows it’s out of sight,
        God knows we can get all the way
        From here to there
        Even if we’ve got to walk
        A million miles by candlelight.

        ~Bob Dylan

      2. Nostradamus knew
        the big question to the answer
        No sleight of hand fake fakir
        No psychic impersonator
        But a real deal prognosticator
        A messianic jew
        who looked beyond
        this world’s earthly squalor
        Back when a black plague
        was all the rage
        And killing wasn’t murder
        if done with chivalrous valour

        1. I can remember when God
          wore an Elvis mask
          the young beautiful Elvis
          with the heavenly lips
          the lips of God

          peculiar poetic property
          a workshop for nostril impersonators
          where friends fist fight about romance
          dreams wrestle with reality
          sex upsets the apple cart
          LOVE wants to walk
          away alone

          1. the restrictions on gay people donating blood were lifted today
            now the entire nostril impersonator family can give the red
            mobile units are offering free root canals in exchange
            those donating at centers can adopt children
            hundreds of people waiting in lines to give
            can marry or re-marry in a legal fashion
            THE RED CROSS LOVES YOU

          2. State Religion
            Military Precision
            Tribal taboos enshrined
            Blessed be the warrior monks
            Marching onwards to the tune
            Of the All Consuming Machine
            Welcome Johnny Soldier
            To the Temple of Your Doom
            Coming soon
            Old Superstition
            New Age Broom
            If you don’t fit in
            With the current coven
            Or the certified Ashram
            If you don’t replicate
            The Caliphate
            The Parent – Teacher Association
            And the Holy Economy
            Will seal your fate

      1. you write, “Pancake hyphenated the reflux”

        I am writing David about Priscilla Beaulieu
        but you, Charlie
        I see the American flag in a crowded school bus
        your biological father eating from the vine
        his brain remarried to the thought of a little one
        a baby boy bird, little Charlie the poet
        a significant change to the family system
        hands hold you but they are not his

        who sings, “the hands that hold you” ?

        just like an old photograph
        you carry the bond of loyalty
        I will not repeat what is inscribed
        I think of you as a friend

        1. You remarried your own flag.

          Poor beaulieu priscilla/
          what does she think
          of the american biological think?

          The pancake change bird/
          inscribed brain eating Reflux
          to its system Photograph.

          Who what repeat?

          The hyphenated loyalty will make you grow a large beard.

          1. “There will be a twin year (2020)
            from which will arise a queen
            (corona –Spanish for crown) who
            will come from the East (China)
            and who will spread a plague
            (virus) in the darkness of night.”
            ~ Nostradamus

            1. I think Nostradamus was the oldest child
              in the nostril impersonator family
              I saw him drinking punch at a party
              and he got weird
              not Marlon Brando weird
              but weird
              he was so dry
              that he couldn’t
              absorb moisture
              makes me think of the day
              that Elvis ate an unripe persimmon

              I’ve heard rumors of your prized album
              of valentines from psychiatrists

              I saw this written on a bench:
              “omnipotent men are always impotent”

              poetry workshop was held in secret
              ——focus of the group——
              ( vagrant females from out of state )
              prose about taillight sparkle
              on genital chrome
              whimsical self-indulgence

              1. I’ll inform
                my seven children
                that there must’ve been
                some kind of mistake
                And they’ll all have to go back
                from whence they came from
                And then have very stern words
                with that delivery man
                from Amazon.com

  3. Oh my! I am trying to process what I just read. This was quite the introduction to your site, Charlie! It was funny and witty and..wow, I don’t know if there is a word to describe everything that it was. I can’t imagine how fascinating your mind must be.

    1. Well, what inspired the poem was this short dream I had:

      ‘Pavlov holding hands with an anthropomorphic VHS. It guides him toward a gate that’s filled with human butts. Upon opening and entering, a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology. Mr. VHS informs Pavlov about the temple of feces. In the temple – there are healing properties to cleanse anyone off sin or pronouns. Pavlov agreed and off they went to apprehend the cure of such shenanigans”.

        1. All of my readers would agree with you 100%.

          Believe it or not…I don’t do drugs or any psychedelic experiments. My dreams themselves and my active imagination all give my writing that natural spark.

          I don’t know what reverse psychology smells but I’m going to assume its not good. hahahahaha!!!!

    1. If you want to look further into my mind.

      Here’s my dream short world of what influenced the poem:

      ‘Pavlov holding hands with an anthropomorphic VHS. It guides him toward a gate that’s filled with human butts. Upon opening and entering, a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology. Mr. VHS informs Pavlov about the temple of feces. In the temple – there are healing properties to cleanse anyone off sin or pronouns. Pavlov agreed and off they went to apprehend the cure of such shenanigans”.

      I’m so glad you enjoyed those lines. 🙂

      1. Yes, just wild, Charlie… I’d read that in your comments above.
        “a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology”
        – a poem in itself. You have such a wonderfully wild mind!
        🤗❤︎🙏🥞💨՚ ◀️🔁🙌🎉

    1. Thank you my friend.

      My dreams have gotten wild.

      Even so, this dream interpretation that influence the poem.

      ‘Pavlov holding hands with an anthropomorphic VHS. It guides him toward a gate that’s filled with human butts. Upon opening and entering, a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology. Mr. VHS informs Pavlov about the temple of feces. In the temple – there are healing properties to cleanse anyone off sin or pronouns. Pavlov agreed and off they went to apprehend the cure of such shenanigans”.

  4. Well, from what you dream, it never seems like a man like you would ever be out of inspiration. Your dream was simply eccentric, and the poem was brilliant beyond belief.

    The kind of stuff you write sometimes remind me of Eminem (who used to read a dictionary every night to make find words to rhyme with the stuff he wrote). Sorry, but it is tough to pass by your words without commenting on your invaluable vocabulary lessons, and flawless knowledge.

    1. Excellent observation (Stills).

      As a matter of fact – I do have my own personal dictionary. The word list are endless and some made up but with coherent meaning that is added to it.

      Eminem sure has is own way of putting lyrics together. 🙂

      More to come on Monday. My next works will definitely push the mind to bend. 🙂

  5. You’ve made the Coronavirus into…… like, a serial killer. The worst criminal because he is addicted to doing the crime, can’t stop.

  6. Dream time just gets weirder Charlie.. yours and Mine… 🙂 I learnt something new today a new word in Philippic… and Ivan Pavlov… and his works…. Now there in lies the key to whats afoot…
    ‘Classical Conditioning’ !!!!…..
    https://youtu.be/H6LEcM0E0io Think about what we are being conditioned for???? The clue is in the video..
    Much love my friend… 💖🙏

    1. Watched the video. Excellent.

      Classical Conditioning is what humans are being taught right now. Washing hands frequently, cleaning, and doing what we are told to do. Not to mention the fear tactic they are inflicting upon the population. I see the pattern. Are we on the same page?

      Thank you sue for this very much. 🙂

  7. Your poems have so much ‘sound’ and imagery

    “Spike timing 
utters at sonic prosthesis/ 
genitalia…chirr…cola…cromlech.”

    I can hear the words. Great one Charlie!

    1. Glad those lines struck an imagery cord. 🙂

      Thank you Rachel. 🙂

      I send this to all the commenters the influence that lead to the poem.

      My dream:

      ‘Pavlov holding hands with an anthropomorphic VHS. It guides him toward a gate that’s filled with human butts. Upon opening and entering, a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology. Mr. VHS informs Pavlov about the temple of feces. In the temple – there are healing properties to cleanse anyone off sin or pronouns. Pavlov agreed and off they went to apprehend the cure of such shenanigans”.

    1. Thank you Graymand.

      Glad you loved the imagery.

      All my works have an imagery and the words themselves have a deeper layered meaning to them.

      My dream that influenced the poem itself.

      ‘Pavlov holding hands with an anthropomorphic VHS. It guides him toward a gate that’s filled with human butts. Upon opening and entering, a society that lives inside corroded pancakes and clouds shaped into apostrophe and the pollution smelling of reverse psychology. Mr. VHS informs Pavlov about the temple of feces. In the temple – there are healing properties to cleanse anyone off sin or pronouns. Pavlov agreed and off they went to apprehend the cure of such shenanigans”.

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