Rave meds, Oompa Loompas, Headless Chicken Cucumber, & the Reefer


Growling headless-chicken-cucumber!

Madness, oompa loompas, diaphoretic!

Pronouncer parsley
the skit orgy.

Licorice land
figment tribal
tampon paronomasia.

Nutcracker detritivore
the spotted jawline.
It snatched

Mike Patton
Dahmer’s meds
crucify schizotrichia.

Rave, fornication, marijuana!

vape snide.

The reefer fanfaronade
illinition gasped.

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47 thoughts on “Rave meds, Oompa Loompas, Headless Chicken Cucumber, & the Reefer

    1. Yes, a man with a billion voices and kicking ass every single day in music. 🙂

      Glad you enjoyed the Mike Patton reference and the poem itself.

      So, this Wednesdays post will be a lot different than my usual. Question: Are you good at figuring out Anagram riddles within a poem? or catching clues?

  1. Feeling like Alice in wonderland , Charlie. You are a fairy guy with a magic wand for a pen , taking us into exciting terrain , mind wandering into exotic cosmos , your world built from the fibres of your poetic imagination.,

  2. Well… this one is right out there! Yet, right now, everything is out there to me. I had to go out for food. First time in 10 days.
    Dead frogmen were everywhere. There was nothing to hug but madness, yet, fanfaronade people still did not obey distance.
    Must I be a mouthwatering parsley bitch, and keep pointing it out to assholes?
    Charlie, I know there is more to this poem, but I am still recovering from going outside.

    1. hahahahahah!!! Glad those lines made you think and smile. 🙂 Had fun doing the cut up technique on the poem. The results one gets when doing the cut up technique. 🙂

      The best is yet to come this Wednesday. You may want to stop by for it. Trust me. You have to figure it out. 🙂

    1. Believe it or not, I’m naturally high. I have what some would call ‘Active imagination but to the extreme’. 🙂 hahahaha!!!

      If you think the poem was mind blowing. Tomorrows post will be even weirder and a poetic riddle that many readers would have to try and solve. 🙂

  3. …………………………..Charlie,

    Thanks for your kindness !

    I remember when you broke a glass on the kitchen
    tile floor and chose not to clean it up. For over
    three weeks you wore shoes in the kitchen
    and then you got lazy and started going barefoot.
    Remember how careful you were at first ?
    And then you got less mindful of the glass.
    Sometimes you would leave red spots.

    That’s how I see this poem. You’re way past the shoe
    stage and being “careful”. You are leaving red spots.
    Each and every word is a drop of blood.

    1. So glad you enjoyed that whole line. It’s everyone’s favorite. 🙂

      I’m a scientist who loves putting words together and bringing something different and new to poetry. 🙂

      P.S Tomorrows post will be an Easter egg hunt for all readers. It’s a mystery solver poem. 🙂

  4. Hi Charlie Zero. Nice to meet you! I like your style and vocabulary. I have no idea what any of this means and I’m too lazy to look it up in a dictionary right now. Can I say it was still impressive? I’ll have to revisit this later to delve into the full meaning.

    Thanks for writing!

    1. Greetings,

      I do have my own list of vocabulary words. And I love experimenting with ‘Cut up Technique’. Influenced by ‘William S. Burroughs’. 🙂

      Glad you enjoyed reading the poem and lots more to come first thing tomorrow morning. An Easter egg hunt of poetic riddle that all readers will have to solve. It’s a short poem. 🙂

      You are welcome. 🙂

  5. Dear “schizotrichia the pronouncer”
    Thank you for so many tasty hallucinogenic morsels in this poem, it’s like a psychedelic box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.

  6. Oh, great Schizotrichia the Pronouncer,
    may the reefer sidesplitter of gadzooks
    rest upon anchovies invoice cumcuber.
    All Licorice Land bows to the vaping
    hotdog madarosis of Faith No More.

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