Bunko the Nurse


Religion polluted,

freezes the abstract –
words indecipherable to eat.
Take my chiasmus hostage, mimic it.

Witticism growls,
the hot Jacuzzi disinfects orgasm.

Absurd whispering chimney,
I’m shaped prosody.
The punctuated xylophone –
I squatted your used pyrrhic.
The screeching ye formed cognate,
the shadowless cavity swarming.

Bavarian malignancy,
charade reeks of unknown globule.
Horus hypnosis,
Pavlov condition,
exploitation choice,
slaughterhouse museum,
turns my once faith into a buzzing flea.

Gore music jazz –
dies a solo staying tribute.
Mastery second aeon,

When every totem crowned
is beheaded,
I, most eager lad –
compel a dream
to filth your noise gleaming corpulence.

Animal skulls Orthey –
100 slain erupt whom,
ritualistic unpredictable you.
Who strings us humans as marionette?
Incorporate then,
Where organs, ocarina,
sexualize the complex P.

Analyze cannot we this,
realism gives me a death blow job.
Drift us
unconventionally –
Lamentation centuries scraped,
revealed by ridiculously itch.

Sunfish piano,
the production grim –
dieth smile sweet.

Her kind malice –
unleash the whorls montage.
Mountains razz,
conceiving you as a two-headed goat.
Ignore perhaps,
ignore materialism,
His radiant character strangely milkward.
The hateful you are, the wiser you become.

Bunko the nurse
got goon dada
& its eerie drunken penny boozed.
Terrestrialism glosses
monosyllabically gushes
generation agenda,
cracks me up
of that mental worship,
cliché mysticism
I lost my token to herein.

Banksy conquering
political zingers,
accordion sax
language spills out mint ode.
Pinnacles insofar have untrodden another –
croon biting the afternoon.

The death coded chime,
Mind philistine,
dirty declension,
brutalization drinks up the horizon incessant.

Nowhere isof glorifies –
the skinny dipping threesomes.
Cerebella sovereignty,
the flesh modem temporarily disappears.
I’m pre-human
I’m stuffed oddly.  

Some squeak reason
from their ears.
Monuments go amok;
such ideals remix the dimensions cotton pox.

Christianity is a barren lie,
Catholicism insanitation.

Osiris let us decay with you.

 

 

 

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Robo-eels Massage Satan’s Nipple


Fracas splashing

in the dead comma,
what does your stomach play?
Mines? It draws acacia embedded
against I assassinated dot.
I got a cup of scars;
here take a sip.
Sway to the noteless veto.
Two little platypus
moan like rapturous cobra,

Zim-zam abracadabra

Rewind history back to the year 3384.
If you should rape semi-colon
don’t bother selling matadors
who sign adjectives in seconds.

Cowards!!!
You heard me Oscar Wilde
Nietzsche, Carl Marx, myself included.

Take my hand –
futures exist under the suicide act.
Look! No cavities for me to sow –
get me out!!! The hopeless introvert ponders.

My nipples swim around each other
like robo-eels training for kung-Fu
and all the batteries assemble a heart.

Enough already let me be player 2 instead;
okay, now give me a bottle of absinthe, night, night, Satan.

 

 

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Dead Film Sleepers


Snuff torture man-made video tape

surgeons bludgeon the sensitive ape.
We are god’s favorite imperfect mistake
The American bible burn on a stake.
I’m ashamed, me human suit of a man
stale ignorance fuck the Ku Klux Klan.
What I see in the news it makes me cry
hope is a whore nobody wants to try.
My honesty flares through zero caffeine
subliminal messages rot, next scene.

 

 

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Steam my Modem the Chattering Man Said


Artificial worn ghostless gravy men

mound the womb.

Modems boiling
in the feckless vex.

E-licktron eyes pistil again –
Indian man winks
at the wandering pollen.

Lungs utter illiterate.

Shadoh engineering breath,
Trollop messiahs
station in podium stage.

Follow darpent teeision.

Churning over vocoder
canoodle the circles
and hear the Martian spur.

Juveniles inhale beds dandruff.

Velcro sky expectancy
for one mighty cat chattering me,
seductive yummy swelters,
I apologies if my blame
easily sparks intenow.

The mysterious out fell
beyond pensive he’s
and rainbow bathome.

There’s she like digits
that steal sericulture
from the avenue mystic wanted piss.

Have I mention yet
how long kisses bend
while staircases
drink what tried burial like god arms?

Goon’s reflecting of this powerfully Jebediah turpitude.

Seagulls break illut
erase the circuit have sex sorry.
Cliché pounds my meds
I urn portion
of a price,
be careful – between you and…hmmm
there’s speculation
over you being a confetti conspiracy.
Nonsense I’ll leave that to poetic-droids.
Its safe efficient
and at no cost to you,
order us now or no money back,
infomercials signing out.

 

 

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Madness in the Museum


Shibboleth gossip

sucking sobriety –
Invidia Cielo E
Magick phlegm
archives bleed
the child withdrawn.

Alternate you
executed each.
That anxiety
comes from coyotes.

Splinter gash
the ever caprice peptic.
Wagner strangles
his virtual appendix.

Genocide glow
sarcasm one off demon,
a torso floating graffiti,
please bore my pain 6.

Multiplying eradication,
Plow pulls angel trace.

Numb nuclear echoes
I’m a walking masochist.
Epileptic zombies’
dum dums sugar rush!
Disneyland world Holocaust!

Hall-Lucy i –
spermicide crackle –
television evacuation –
claustrophobic disfigurement,
suicide 9 preaches.

Slugs turn icky –
the human mushroom shedding.

Ghost paparazzi
shaving channels moonshine.

Rats’ stretch you’re X.

Cruciform crow dementia
uploading imitation out,

Long vain licks
can spill life obscurum.

Mullerian cult
monkey’s mar
your wet swastika vehement.

Re-age PMS
O! Mickey-mouse prognosticates lies,
it links, spreads, what a faithful kind
of imbeciles we truly are.

 

 

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Lovecraft gets Higher and the Internet Gods stay Smaller


Lovecraft succinct

his voice of legions
through fuliginous snot,

Parasol-crisis
Rhythoog Bucephalus,
esemplastic echolalia
tremble you white world.

Orange mantle sold replicants heir.

The eidolons fear the hanging fool.

Out from Azamorgola fire
Mankind’s monsters get higher;
while the internet gods stay smaller.

A prodigy to petroleum wings
your helium I.V. agita.
Decathect empathy
beware! This poem possesses
scriptures from the beehive earlobe.

Read as your own risk – Thelshogmog is coming.

 

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Antenna Guts Missing the Iron Pubic


The pyramid inveighed.

The hallucination sconce,
the pharaohs block arbitrary –
pull out the defeated parallel world.

Depression intoxicates
your laced orb.
Fidelity develops by exploded monopoly.
Untrammeled voidness,
slowly repeated missing,
you look like a turned ripped feature.

Antenna guts;
trashed by the iron pubic.
The evil me tore the glitch thereof.
A canopy erection,
a flambeau paralysis,

The voyage punctuation
composed of rheum beings.
Above you
tongues commit humility.
A flappy neurological citrus –
direct voice-over congregation
of poised disruptor whim,

Corn chasms
fuck through the goddess power.
We belong to the self-annoyed nausea.

 

 

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Heredity Passing Traits onto Your Fake Sympathies


I made a promise to keep the family together

nobody cares or makes time & effort whatever.
I tried my best but all of you push yourselves away
wrapped in confusion, it hurts, I’m trapped in dismay.
Everyone seems to pick favorites and separate
arguing with them would just turn into a debate.
I’m tired of getting caught in between the middle
I want to leave this city, go somewhere & settle.
Would anyone even care if I leave?
No, it pains me to see myself grieve
All they care about is themselves
me, me and ignoring everyone else.
You only show up if a family member is dead
fake sympathies & no remorse in your head.
It’s unfair how the world mistreats one another
we’re the same species disrespecting each other.
My family lacks compassion showing no interest in what I do best
Happiness and love is all I really need, fuck you and fuck the rest.

 

 

Note: This poem is another personal observation on family.
Does your family ever seclude themselves from other family members?
I’m going to assume by now, that you already know where I’m going with this question.
Families are complicated creatures.

They sometimes annoy us; upset us, back-stab us,
and don’t show up at funerals but later show up to eat our food, etc.
Humans are imperfect. The beauty of it, we learn from our mistakes,
Karma however smiles the perfect weapon, her sense of humor.

 

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The Bitter Feminist Inflates the Ego in Her Pride


My opinions don’t matter said the angry feminist

she’s extremely sensitive, I worry for the therapist.
Your bloated ego doesn’t match your personality
Hanging out with you is an awkward snap hostility.
I’m a human being who believes in friendship equality
your irrational temper stings like a dictator authority.
Look in the mirror, is this what you want to become?
If you want peace in your life, fight for it overcome.
Our conversations cut short; you easily get offended
I try making small talks, the look in your face irritated.
I’ll stop talking now; you’re always shutting me out
your attitude needs adjustments, this I highly doubt.

 

 

Note: The poem you just read was based on true life personal experiences.
Have you ever felt – that your opinions don’t matter to anyone? You try your best to communicate across that individual, but you’re immediately cut off from even taking a breath. The tone in their voice is guarded
with anger, frustration, ‘We are always right and you are always wrong’. Do you get a sense of George Orwell’s, 1984?
Big Brother telling me to shut up! Your opinions are irrelevant.
Big Brother (metaphorically speaking) is the bully who wants
to restrict you of your human knowledge.

To my WordPress friends, I hate being silent by the outside world,
for this I must watch what I say, truth feels like a waste, it’s unfair don’t you think?

 

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Aquamarine Three ( A Collaboration with Marina & I)

 

AquamarinaThreeL©Marina Kanavaki


Plasma ball sun

centers the embryo host.

Electricity fingers
paint a bluish yellow
at the end of a thesis.

Darker z+n day

I, complement you
all the colors filling the isotope.
A beautiful wooden twig
dripping in front of your portrait,

Liquids hypnotize our eyes
inverse aqua canvas
you the chemist artistique.

Iris clockwise aperture
it’s the Latin sequence

Phenomenology three
gracefully exposed,
Wolf–rayet star
your special gift hues,
warming up the babies insomnia.

 

 

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Inspiring painter/musician Marina Kanavaki is truly an amazing
& gifted artist. She and I decided to make a collaboration that I’ll never forget. Anything is possible with painting mixed in with poetry.
To all my readers – this poem is my interpretation to her painting that is display right in front of your very eyes.

Please visit her page she’s got a lot of paintings that she’s done,
along with her music and even t-shirts, leggings, sweaters, mug cups, etc..etc.

 

Marina Kanavaki Website link:

http://marinakanavaki.com/