Rant at the Imitating Vowel

 

Suppose you braid
a sonorant ankle
and the Gibson man
decided cigarette paws.

Death’s index finger
swallowed the vowel universe
as a token for its armpit rant.

I’m imitating: a, e, i, o, u.

The caterpillar hounds digest your blague footprints.

 

 

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Each Chapter Had Me Committed Déjà Vu

 

Even if dimenality
didn’t convince you
of déjà vu –

Why did you
dry run chapter mucus
as the silver legs
protrude gooishmaw,
serving its own preview
to the have committed begun.

Each morning,
my stomach visits a suicidal opera.
Each night,
I sweat out a demarcation funeral.

 

 

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Beethoven down Syndrome

 

Post mortem Achilles heel –
slurp time from its incarceration program tribe,
Black digital wounds spark,

Modulation sweating –
Erase nostalgic,
Telekinesis your ecstasy liquid.

Quadrumana hybrids,
bathe in scanning errors.
Steampunk #6,
Beethoven challenges Mozart.
Cowboy operators exist everywhere
in the up-grade regime.

Thaumaturgy Vikings
pull out the sim-card
from my temporal lobe.

Polysaccharide
Paroxysm

Arachnid gods
registered virtuoso
T-minus 1.

Augmentation/Amputee

Read the alphabets backwards
close your eyes and be ready for what’s to come next.

 

 

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Him Equilibrium Separates Circle of Proverb Substance

 

Immanence foams –
the bounded masonry
oratorical Anaxagoras,

Adam roaringly
       – rots the
             hired necks.

Portfolios waxing your wagging bellow –
– Clutched afreet, shrewd circle
– of marinated (self) Jainism.

It borrowed polarize unannounced labarum –
snakes upon
divine coated forehead otolith,
separates the eth, & inscribed the Oromo substance.

– To inure mice
       you exalted as a protalyther,
cilia spate tail –
                 an outpouring impiety nine.

In advice ampulla lush – crooked equilibrium;
(Ye) him begins geodesy
                  and dwells outside the cello camel proverb.

 

 

 

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The Chemical Neon Nerds Dripping like Adaptations from Infrared Spice

 

We upside down ourselves –
tantrums fugue the walking carcass rainbow,

         – Hoard etcetera
         – avenge czardas.

Chernobyl god
picks at your chemical arthritis.
Terahertz revivified
a clattering inhabitable forehead. 
Hulahoop entryway plasma,
cover me with holouency swirls.

Fantod claw
            seemingly rips palaver
from the blype deduction.

Pepto-infrared four –
             cradles the tusk nepenthes.

             Hernia handshakes
             lampooned over malt pulse
             and bootleg theine.

Meanwhile,
emperor Boar
has stolen snippets
of my neon cells.

His deliriously master plan
was ruled by the selcouth deadpan.

In any case –
your blight behoof,
exhales melange
like a spraying bioluminescent cyphgick.
Inundation rictus –
finds itself immovable
to Solomon’s checkered chess.

       – Unraveling terse
       – incense culex

Mishnah breathes the oddly O!

The anthropomorphic pyramid –
seeks adaptations
in the else-verse Merovingian spice.

       – UV whiskers high
                    on calque quantum.
  – Illumin-nerds suture stochastic dripping
              from the codeless avaunt.

 

 

 

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A poetic conversation with Charlie https://charliezero1.wordpress.com/

A poetic conversation with Yassy & I

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Rhyming conversation with Charlie Zero The Poet

Me: charlie, do you ride a Harley?
Charlie: No, I don't ride a Harley, why?

Me: No, I was just rhyming you..

Charlie: No, I don't ride a Harley, why?
Charlie: If I do, I'll play some Bob Marley.
Me: I'll get you a bowl of barley.
Charlie: With the voice of Paul McCartney.
Me: And scren presence of Ben Kingsley.
Charlie: Whose fears nest in the eyes of John Hinckley.
Me: John's forehead going all crinkly.
Charlie: Through his dark featherless soul shines wrinkly.
Me: Tiptoeing out of his body nimbly.
Charlie: A curse upon his karma, simply.
Me: No Nirvana, clearly.
Charlie: I agree with the utmost breathless sincerely.
Me: you believe in this quite dearly, Charlie....


Bless you, Charlie.

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An Inter-Galactic Conversation set in outer Space

 

C: Spock’s revelation appeared before
implanting smoke inside your pocket brain

N: Spock couldn’t have revealed anything my already heated brain couldn’t handle

C: I once took a giant sneeze on milky way,
found out later it was a political toilet seat

N: Oh the bliss of ignorance! Defying submergence in the inter-galactic yellow pit

C: The mountains unzip it’s cleavage, this must be an episode
of Twin Peaks
N: The awkward moves of the beholder, oh it must be David Lynch

C: Let’s not forget Leprechaun in the hood, it was a pain in my chair

N: Zombie Fly Girls under a spell, clover joints and femme fatale?

C: If Poetry developed an aneurysm, I’d call it abstractionism

N: If Poetry deserved an aneurysm, I’d call it poe-gasm

C: The Antichrist just dipped himself in a hot jacuzzi
singing lyrics to Spice girls

N: Two MELted, Ginger was caught in the rain, Posh got balled and the poor baby couldn’t understand why it took so long

C: I think what took so long was listening to Prince – When Doves Cry

N: Yet no respite for the man who couldn’t be moved

C: Drinking a can of Bud light makes Jesus
look like an astronaut hobo republican

N: Be careful, the Democrats are not liberal with hygiene

C: Of course if Napoleon had a time machine,
he would name it “Dolce Gabbana”

N: Hitler would have his Bone-apart

C: Not unless Mozart committed T-Bone steak conspiracy espionage

N: But didn’t you know Mozart was hypnotized by Mata Hari via a time machine? And THIS was Spock’s revelation that appeared before the smoke was implanted inside your pocket skin

 

A flash back of when Nandita and I, collaborated on this creative & trippy poem set in outer space. I had an honor and privilege to have worked on this poem together.

Please visit Nandita’s page and follow her work. She’s a master of her craft in the poetic sphere.

https://nanditayata.wordpress.com/

 

 

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