Torture Tonsil Theorem

 

Angel’s anus attack opium-eater.

Mother Mary sewer
trapped
immortalities six!

The furious origami
cut open
its
affliction.

Tempestuous teeth
lube the unwritten plop.

 Willy Wonka
flirted
with
Edicius,
lullaby algorithm.

Brain-receiver sold species
to
god cicatriz,
his
appendages babbling.

Tablature events
theorem mushroom.
Danced farrago
drank cotton industrial.

Eardrum pseudomore
martingale iracund;
torture tonsil.

Ecstasy hyperemesis
preexisting
guest lifeless host.

 

 

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29 thoughts on “Torture Tonsil Theorem

          1. “The shaking hands of Michael, the
            Archangel of Sclerosis, performs the
            brain salad surgery like shooting fish
            in a barrel of orange zombie flesh.”

            ~ Nurse Ratched the Malignant

      1. “All in a dream
        the green that isn’t
        was the new orange
        for the loading
        of the dragon opium
        flavoured ice-cream
        had just began.
        Flying angels wings
        to a new
        zombie algorithm
        under an alien sun.”

        ~ Melody Moon Unit

  1. I liked this very much! I laughed so much with the first line — to be stoned and have visions of an angel’s ass coming down on you.
    The origami stanza can stand alone as a poem.

    1. Thank you, basilike.

      My mind set was driving by dark ambient sounds when I wrote this whole poem. And cut up too.

      Glad you enjoyed the humor in the beginning and the origami stanza. Oh…how our minds get influenced by noise sounds. 🙂

  2. These two words: lullaby algorithm. I about died. How beautiful together…. This is a particularly melodic piece Charlie. I appreciate so many of the stanza’s for their cadence.

    “The furious origami
    cut open
    its
    affliction.”

    This reads like a dream.

    “Tablature events
    theorem mushroom.
    Danced farrago
    drank cotton industrial.

    This reads like a Gregorian chant….

    1. Thank you so much, April.

      What prompted such inspiration was listening to a friend from Russia his ‘dark ambient’ noise experimentation. With earplugs on my ears…I cranked up the volume and all these weird imagery popped up and I sort of put this poem as writing lyrics for that song. If it needed words. So, I can see how it feels like something surreal. 🙂

      More like these to come. 🙂

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