Bedtime Jedi Oyster Smoothie

1901 San footius, California.
The pro-eh
march the streets
toaster strudel avenue.

The scrotum police
pez dispensers,
tier spraying
eye mattresses

‘Daniel Day Lewis’
has issued
carrot cake curfew.

Disobey the straw
you will be spanked,
maximum fine 75 cents
plus, probiotic New Hampshire.

The yoga bacon town
bedtime prevention center
Keebler cookie rights.

Closing argument,
do you have any grey poupon?

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57 thoughts on “Bedtime Jedi Oyster Smoothie

    1. Hahahahah!!! I would too. 🙂

      My apologies for my absence. Had to take a complete break from everything. And of course, recharge my mind and health. Now, I am 100% better and ready to introduce to all readers new and exciting work to come. 🙂

      How have you been friend? Hope all is well. I’ll be stopping by to read your post soon. 🙂

    1. Glad that line was your favorite and hope the poem itself brought a smile. 🙂

      It’s good to be back and with a fire in my creativity and much more to come as I’ll be introducing something new, different and bonkers. 🙂

      1. It did bring a smile — the way you wrote about our current state. I wish the fine was 75 cents max ☺️

        I ll be looking forward to your next. I missed reading you.

  1. Oh Gawd, Charlie, you did it again my friend.. true genius with a dash of lively satire. I like all the lines. It’s brilliant. You are back better than ever. Good to read your work again.

    1. Thank you, Yassy.

      I wrote the poem in contemplation of the world we’re in and turning the gloom into something satire that breathes in the humor we all need.

      Glad this brought smile and laughter.

      More to come. Exciting stuff on the way.

  2. Yer back an allswright wid de whirled a-gain a gain for us all, you most of all. Reading yer lines gives me hope that I really am crazy and not just bored. Finding just now your likes on recent work here at the studio on rue arago woke me up with a lifted heart. Went to sleep last night reading Pogo from 1956 while listening to a reading of Ham on Rye and woke up to Charlie Zero? Heaven, that is, jeune homme! Merci bien!

    1. The best comment I’ve ever received. Thank you so much my friend. It’s been a while and glad the poem of mine lifted your heart and brought something of creative spark.

      Been listening to a lot of powernoise electronic music. So, the influence generated something in my synapses. 🙂

      1. Best reply to a comment I’ve ever received. Musically, I’m still attached to my home base, New Orleans R&B of the 40s-70s, leaning heavily on the likes of Bobby Marchan (All in My Mind, written by Maxine Brown, a particular favorite) and Dave Bartholomew, Fess Longhair and Champion Jack Dupree. Have a great day, pal!

          1. NO’s a rich gumbo, that’s for sure. Even in arts other than music and food, there are surprises. The greatest (in my opinion) surrealist photographer lived and worked in New Orleans, Clarence John Laughlin. If you ever get to go, I’d gladly give you a bucket list.

            1. Oh, yeah. If you want a good taste of NO, pretty accurate all around, the tv series Treme’s the best. For the music but also the layers of life.

  3. ……………………………..Charlie,

    Thanks so much for your kindness !!!

    Two months as the night manager of the Placebo Honeymoon Hotel,
    Lord have mercy, Baby Bird. You set up some serious pillars commemorating
    romantic antics right out of Hustler magazine. I saw one engraved with your image.
    You are one tall erect bird.

    Nothing new on WordPress. Lazy people damaged from bath salts. Poets worshiping
    near trees.

    God is still jealous. Sinai insane, you tell me.

    1. Sinai Bath hotel.
      Commemorating god
      of his Lord insane Month.

      I still managed that night
      for magazine moon jacuzzi.

      Placebo antics
      we’re sought as worshiping WordPress & tress.
      oh! how romantic hustler salt
      was to Davinci Code.

  4. I have no grey poupon.
    Anything in the poup arena has been flushed.
    I prefer fake tiaras to tears of tiers, and the fine should be $75,000.00.
    Hw did bacon and cookie gain entrance into the same stanza?
    Alistair Cookie would be abhorred at this bit of Monsterpiece Theatre!

  5. Okay, this is gold. I felt like I got comedic relief in the end because at first, it was so stressful to read. And then I started reading the closing lines and burst out laughing and it felt really cathartic.

    1. Thank you.

      The whole comedic message of the poem is just visually what I intended to achieve and let the readers run wild with bonker scenarios and a twist of our current state.

      Glad the ending burst you with a good laugh. And laughter is what we all need right now. 🙂

      More to come.

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