Most Amphibians Left the Oxygen a Cadaver

June 28, 2017June 28, 2017 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 5 Comments

Hymenopteran sips formaldehyde,
ocellus beams, teleportation unlocked.
Multi-folded puddles
depletion underside.

Mason jar lung egg hatch,
teeth dominos invoice
the oxygen cadaver.

Like embalming amphibians
through the O,
data rabies latch where gibberellins mate.

Column respiration
deaf percussions
stage the assassin’s ear.

All intimate swill…
Autolysis synonym being…

Declaim insincere,
cell seethe
and larva swelling.

Tongue testified
hanged molecules;
colorless dogs
mostly eat yellow bony nails
chambered in hemoglobin vulture.

Outerlude Jesus
your tummies growling,
evolving, asphyxiating,
extinction mourns 3:00am.

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Kaczynski Entertainment Anxiety

June 26, 2017June 26, 2017 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 63 Comments

Lab rats we are –
experiment on us, MKOFTEN.
Prolong my mental mayonnaise.

Come Kaczynski…
take a peep inside my head,
high on entertainment
anxiety turn & bend over.

Sequester, gorgeous old friend –
mother, I beg of you…
punish the humans
they have failed you
left promises dehydrated & beaten.

Pop pro after/ I’m pro then.

Anarchism, Check!
Environmentalism, stop pretending you care.

Technology world-wide Russian roulette!
Industrialism blushes.

Planet earth on suicide watch!

She’s nauseous through borrowed merriment.

My blueberry bomb
resembles your overpopulation migraine.
Deserve death the alchemist croons –
Deserve mistakes yes to hospitality.

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Taunted Pink Pharaohs

June 14, 2017June 21, 2017 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 30 Comments

Enigma pigments
levitate
like cipher disk.

Titles capsaicin,
choruses appear
as mineral orts.

Pink streaks
of peccadillo
bend onward
cairn, re-switched.

Madonna men
pharaoh machines –
they taunt you
with empty digital famine.

A child liquid atom crow –
Hematite dunes
poetically camouflage hiss.

The knights of women
cooked chapters bitterly –
Sandstones
& birth clock mules.
Pity this violet 3 legacy
stands unaccused of we.

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Grief Paints Herself Void of Substance

June 12, 2017June 12, 2017 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 56 Comments

Hearts distended,
termites feed
my emotional wooden cocoon.

In time unfurled.
Color will vaporize
on heavy lidded sunset.

Tears of saudade,
covet what belongs
trapped in perfidy.

Grief paints herself empty of faith.
Weeping statues dissolve marble;
only traces remain void of substance.

Tornados sob.
Everything wise dead.
Innocence & beauty
withers her philosophy away.

Tension snakes across wires.
Holding us from falling sideways –
lightning casts’ dark skies
stages without masters.

Billion voices atrophy.
Mr. Mirror image
pull the strings from flesh,
happiness cafard,
flowers anorexic.

All things
Stand looking at themselves.
Still against shroud
as we are,
we are no more.
Roll the film
to empty audience.

Sunshine unzips
its complexion;
behind it a sad destiny –
waiting to be held
waiting to wail.

For who among us –
Shelled and pulled, could
in scourge of truth know
Tenderness by our inchworm;
climb to itching greed.

Staple gun my everlasting woe.
Hammering our breath,
teeth wrinkle of weary,
alone we request.

Spiked baptism
wetting the brows
of unadorned novices,
knelt in piqued splendor
Come the Christendom.

A Cyclops ram
howls unexpectedly.
Drenching in agony
without volumes;
tragic heeds ahead.

Wings of leather
Darken skies bled of iron,
Herald.

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This is our 2nd collaboration
with my coolest sister Candice Louisa Daquin.
A very different theme challenge
about emotions, something new in poetry,
something special about 2 minds bringing forth an
eclectic heart and feel that comes from within.

My sister and I, feel so proud of this work.
I hope her and I collaborate again.
She’s an inspiration and an influential.

Please pay her site a visit. She’s writes the best poetry ever written.

https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/

Mephistopheles of the Obscene Dildo Galaxy

June 7, 2017June 7, 2017 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 57 Comments

Dildos teething
twirling around
the vacuum sirloin,
my palms caress
your centennial gases.

Ladies of mahogany
photophore yourselves
Abyzou karma
steams the galaxy.

Zeta Reticuli d-sharp…
Moscovium e-flat…

Morality spine-harp
replaced by morph ecology.
Pythagoras
shapes banana vomit
into guideline inhumanly sty.

Mephistopheles
fishless cradle –
spiral timorous obscene
precursor of vociferous impend.

Whose pornographer chokes?
Whose men anus portrayal?

You there…soul sun
bare off your melting swallow.
Eunuchoid skies
baked confetti dead catalogues
hush! Mockery…we’ve after never begin.

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Oneironautic Nosferatu

June 5, 2017June 5, 2017 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 31 Comments

A glance within –
run, don’t look forward;
repeat before me.

Oneironautic glare –
Nosferatu deloused
his gnawing apocope.
Enantiodromia,
climbs inside the anoesis wheel.

Reopen inception.

Akrasia besieger’
realms through animus
and calls it by false.

The state man
hunts clichés.
Lucid narrative
poached eerie vim –
unbraid your recipe clatter.

Touch effervescence glass.
Content uncombed.
Acclamation descends
rooted in Tarkovsky’s match fire.

Was I asleep in the balance surprise?
Continued be not, questions stay discontinued.

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When the World Stops They Listen

May 24, 2017May 24, 2017 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 42 Comments

For my grandpa David. R.I.P I love you papa and I miss you.

To his breath stampede
of skeleton pennies,
blowing out earth’s detail –
its oceans plea resuscitation
its pulse hyperventilating like Buddha,
inquietude resounds.

The dream concatenates –
A haven planet
surrounded by billions,
walking abandonedly
into the crowd.
An abrupt sob: ‘Where are we going’?

To his breath
the world stopped.
And the choir rain
anthems a warning.
They listen
as the oracles fret.

Mama…I love you.
The winged lips poetry –
dusk say that ocarina follow doves.
Floriferous hearts
balloon notation Zen.

To his breath
of minutes slipping,
mankind repents.
Tide fangs closing in
and the air itself wave’s goodbye.

*Note: It’s been 1 month since my grandpa’s passing. It’s been hard and painful. I think about him a lot and I miss him. I know he’s in a better place with all our loved ones. This poem was very difficult for me to write.

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