Happy 4th of the July!

Happy 4th of July to all my WordPress friends, poets & writers.

May the fireworks bring us peace of mind, joy, and full of creativity.

Apologies for my absence. Life has been keeping me busy at work and editing my 2nd book.

I’ll be returning soon with re-post of my older blog poems but, edited and polished to what my 2nd book will look like and be read in a language of obscurity and humor. 

 

P.S Hope all of you are doing well. How’s life treating you all? Let me hear from you soon.

Stay tune. And here’s some good music for our 4th of July.

Corona – Rhythm of the Night

 

 

 

 

 

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New (Nine Inch Nails) album ‘Bad Witch’ Listening Party

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hope all of you enjoy these 6 songs from new ‘Nine Inch Nails’.

I love #2 because its the hardest song and its wow!

Your thoughts on the songs.

Apologies for my absence. Been working now a new job and still editing my 2nd book and doing re-blogging to show all of you something new and exciting.

 

Miss you all and hope everyone is well.

 

 

~ Charlie Zero the Poet

 

45 Honey Kill

 

Celluloid a mother’s spirit hand –
     spitting away darkness,
       it palliates the motto.

Grandiloquent 45 massacre thrum.

Omnivorous catcall –
    illustrated noisy
    torn sober I,
sparks’ anopisthograph the mood –
metacognition snares the arcane bulbous.

Coma Berenices
    dies inside durga,
kamikaze honey
    covered in retrospect.

Illuminatus cogs,
    drunk we balloon, ochre wipes psittacism.
Does your sleep plea
    a kill Polaroid Montague;
verbatim, thalassemia amongst,
    page 1 ended with you suspended in ipecac.

 

 

 

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Of Druthers Who Suck out the Air Tissue and Rehearse the Moon Ant Pharmacy

 

Climbed tissue –
perturbed snuffles around the greenhouse
Chlorofluorocarbon china,
       it mutates tub-thump
                  sclerenchyma caress.

My flowers rehearse the Tempus fugit –
all gods indagated appalling rampike.

Inaugurate saguaro veins –
puerile graveyard smoke,
like a queen suck antikythera mechanism
looming from boredom
to biofilm mclurkin blow.

She dekko; you further
            proto sempiternal,
                   clepe crippled air.
Oh!  Who depressed lips
                   swale on crackled lush toads?

The living Taliban bowl moon –
toppled with Uvula symbiotic Jesus.
  Gourd hands say;
          Slab the snatchers,
                drag theia down the robbed smaragdine haarp.

The loner straws into your ne plus ultra…

Tumescent plagioclase;
Pharmacy scar, eater of eversion,
univoltine feigns rattles the ant craquelure. 
Puff!  Gakona fress bake Dramamine,
Invidious trombone toe; harangue the enamel,
           clenched julep when it annoys the druthers want.

 

 

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Cut-ups Spill Earth’s Satanic Disco Mob Rejuvenating Darwinism by Arcade Millennials

 

Panoply vacation its ignis fatuus,
    ominous shafts folding around existence –
         finger hippos secure the disco hawking.

Asimov cocker millennials eyes.

I serge in awe, earth’s pillbox
pulps mob through Ursa Major,
         pasquinade years…
         suitcase horror blarney…

Darwinism cut ups the saurian computer like Auriga.

Oobleck possum whiffs the hookah mind;
    a blessed mollify,
       a prank quiver rejuvenating descrostbous.

Arcade fovea punctures underneath
criticaster palms, zazen in smithereens,
       Dead cizersitally…
       Dead techniques itself…

Analysand Hiram Abiff!

Be what you gawk, everybody will flounce at you.
Rearrange my stanza spill snap taphephobia worerequenz.
  It performs mea culpa –
     antichristmas hatches phlegm.

Holus bolus wafture –
   massaging amenti,
glitch spread satanic mythoclast,
   Arsy-varsy fumarole –
the ziggurat pores by slugabed poses.

 

 

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When the Mountain Spoke, Suddenly I began to see Everyone as Albino Crows

 

In bathe Jacuzzi trials
sciamachy weeps god
                                into a mulligrub.

  • Heavy hello
    to the amalgamated brontide unessgick.

Crows suddenly
suppressed by the mountain yolk –
you guzzle
the wrapped conglomerate evenly –

And so I began
          to see myself chirping
                 at western chi,
          alluring murk spoke
with diligent I.Q. bunkum.

The shredded angels dial 3:00am

When the nephilim exorcised
         off a torso scribes
vibrating anole,
         it revoked vellichor’s postpone
                     quidnunc aureole ten.

Everyone abruptly aquiver compassion
          as some sequenespillum twinkling cigarette disjune.

The albino soiled voice bullwhipped this misrouting hug.

 

 

 

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Palpitation Apes as Thermometer Vampires Drink from their Bone Scripts

 

Erewhile,
Ad Absurdum
tickled the vampires’
     anorexic mint.

     Tzara
on the other hand –
      roasted his MP3 soul,
and ripped apart the convulsing scripts.

Dear eau de Nil,
        the Nibelung
              transparent its
                     netiquette knock.

Your overflowed excuse
       cholesterols the imitating
                 gavotte bone. 
Malaria squirts from cottage shins –
pleasing afreet as their pleading sideways.

Death fard where you spoon-fed the dree
          and labarum savors with alyssum
                                          slipping split me.

Mushyheaded ariose
          fell into the apes’ papier-mâché ear.
Palpitation chitterlings
         agitate my vapor –
exscind laughter, moribund the thermometer drink.

Good news folks…
earth plans to overdose soon.  When?
Silly humans – the countdown has already started
and it begins with you.

 

 

 

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