Tearing Metaphors is the Sexiest Trick in Periphery

 

Tearing loopholes
and rearranging periphery.
Pull out the metaphor clozaril.
Unetonalters clomp;
macaw mitre depatterns
the berefleetirpor litotes.

Antithesis liars
sip a glocal exit.

Hyperbole lickspittles
the bare trick
of his notion coccyx rip-off.

Lumbosacral threshes away –
leaving the sexiest gazeless
up in the outwit daymare.

You became the chilling malice…
come and kneel, the catechisms bled regicide.

 

 

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Satirical Sardines and the Weird Nobody Gasm

 

Dear satirical girls
press exaggeration button –
it matters whether
the dictionaries gasm
or, stick to HBO.
Embody soused,
vitriol gneiss, coerce iniquity –
Mr. nobody weird regains jealousy spit.

Parody beings
dismember six
with your awkward toe.
Subpoena punctuations –
cerecloth arrhizal,
sandwich bikinis commit perjury
and impugn such relevancy.

Motion to suppress
you may not proceed
as the sardines tic;
encircling aegis,
tames the satyr,
whom famously profound
the icky token pomade.

Teasing turds
reveal thereof…
like blue hedgefonds
pointing diagonally.

Take a biopsy
fist inside the pussy controversy…
its pink like monkey, fights unpredictably –
I’m a transqueer speaking to my moist.

Oh! My goodness,
look at this uncanny Hasselhoff?
I mean…what on earth
did spook the blemish dramas?
Certainly not VHS…

Chipped ominous –
brushed onward by pilchards.
Bones & disturbing buffoonery,
exactly what constitutes
garbage flamingos & avocado condoms?
Laserdisc omens, infecting 2, 1, 5…

~ Sincerely Principle Cesspool the Carrotologist

 

 

 

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Above the Insects Who Peel the Sirens Odor

 

Squeal monotones
heed without above.

Silkworm adults quickly
translucent in 3D proventriculus,

Open yourself thoroughly.
My head navigates
through the insect series.
What tarn decayed
this willful hiccup?

Hemolymph oars
alarm the kodacolor.
Melpomene odor
snellens in Paleozoic,

Breathe…the Ohmolick sprites.

Armscye lunula,
balladry of hyssop –
spread loathe onto
eschaton martyrdom.

Holotech pounding,
peel the tinnitus.
Cenozoic sirens
theatric all asleep,
chide puns
shineless darkle –
my unbelievable costume
crucified near the perplex belaud.

 

 

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Early Double Helix

This is good poetry at its best

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

Labour build
July 1966 rehousing project
no rats in the south west miles
she cleaned for a saviour
inspector’s anxieties, anticipations
Plant moved around the new wood smell
a photograph, four humans and one animal, not inclusive, we breathed the same air
ignorance killed a hibernating tortoise
typhoon came and went
schools hired zealots to destroy
News jotters recorded floods, strikes, power cuts, candles, the invisible bike
walked alone, then Pollock weekends with dog gangs
no fire for the Green Goddess, shouting News boys at midnight
cold chapel, good trousers, no communion, sweets, middens, long back-green grass, canary yellow British Railway van
Arthur Montfort dragged us through tedium, food under polystyrene tiles, beside woodgrain wallpaper doors
thought he had Black Death, refused the elevator, we carried paint pots before Travolta stole the style
his comic effect, Fr. Daley killer grab, unconcerned soul and shoplifter
Subbuteo
graffiti cells led to melting…

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Vatican 3

Paul is a hell of a writer. Stop by and have a chat with him.

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

Brother Conflicted on vows day, He to kill the Devil
cruise ship Ave Maria melts candle wax
bells for laundered robed walkers, climbing pyramids
throwing pickaxes at indigent sheep, neck high in their ‘lackey’ diamond hand clasp pleading for wafer-thin drugs, shutting their mouths with it, stapling down their tongues with it
outside Art hate $4.6m

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Comrade Addict

Check out my new friend Paul’s poetry. He is the real deal.

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

Commenced emptiness, The Mass singular
Folk music, wings over gymnastic blasphemies, lifted by Leni
Governor Kingdom can’t
three hundred and something ends, the end, Berlin boys
I loved, coal to widows, ash to vixen, and monoxides ran
Peta, Peta, doctor slaughter
Edda pointed her ballet toes at bolting Schorfheide quadrupeds
Focus, concentration, rejoice, free
Eva gave my wound time to open
the future will be facts
card cup’s spiced coffee decants into hold
rails shine up angst

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