Horoscope Bras and Jamaican Ovaries

 

Ashton Kushner,
you Barbra Streisand
looking mother-budweiser.
Why deny the brown stains
in your briefs?
Take Imodium
and hold Pepe Le Pew’s hand;
if you sense hot flashes
then it’s obviously your Hiroshima.
Stop crying Will Ferrell –
you’ll only sound Jamaican.

Pay close attention
to your Christmas ovaries.
They’ll jingle dodge ball hymns
through Rodney Dangerfield’s eyes.

Notice how Venezuela
plucked out UFO rhinos
from Marisa Tomei’s Armani.
Yeah, and Eminem
wears a horoscope bra
just so he can idolize scrambled eggs.

Watch yourself Garth Algar –
I’m doing the catwalk
working my pecs
and fixing myself a chilidog.
(Grrrr…grrr…) Stomach growling –
the noises inside indicate
a war between cocoa pecan butter,
and John Wayne Gacy’s T.V. guide.

 

 

 

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The Snowman Sliced His Throat and Bled out ABC’s

 

Theremin hands,
de-extinct the anthropomorphic priest –
It bled out ABC’s profusely
for the R.I. clips.

Carolingian skin
writes its initials
in the snowman’s throat.
Sliced & diced
smoky thick substance
parades the death popularity day.

Panaceas impinge!
Synthetic shhh!

Exsanguinate!
Isolate!

Low-life meal bones
digraph of 2’s & Chaldean.

You synonymously
verse yourself
gleamed
unpieced
& hypovolemic.

Mr. Golden Cohen
what bait scone do the nadir expel?
Cinquain horses
& the greeting remark events.

 

 

 

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Misophonia Sounds Scrape the Belly Isolator

 

Listen! Shhh…Listen!
Creak sounds
itching inside my computer belly.
I microwave away hiccup.

Misophonia rages beautifully.
Isolators scraping
among the timid what,
exploit mere
excite frond.

Digital you irritated
the scattered silence.
Untamed augur, grunts annoy.
It really does gall me to hear everything.
For once the python will reclaim its throne.

 

 

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Boil 6, Stir 6, Taste 6


My theory against Einstein

is his math equations.
Time invented man.
Not the other way around.
2×2 = one element –
what if 7×7 = psilocybin.

0×0 = boil 6.

7 divided by 3 = Nirvana.
6,425 minus 5,721,
these are integers aligning your chakra.
If d × m = 9, then t = 8 is space.

Human expenditure stirs 6.

My skull pot is steaming 23 × 8.
I’m not puffing enough weed,
so I’ll = it to Pi.

God is a guillemet
subtracted by your astral plane.
Are you hungry for the obvious?

Here, taste 6.

 

 

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Don’t Flatter My Stains (A Collaboration with Jamie Marie Rose and I)


Something like daffodils flourish in my mind.

Yellow and gold, sunshine and light.
When I pluck one, two more take its place.
Their petals flutter off with the wind,
Become butterflies,
Become raindrops,
Become a movie.

Stinging the wind might make it all collapse.
Create rainbows, shy at first compliments.

Fructus the hand oasis said,
Tire out whatever is left on typewriters and silver screens.
The boys of imbibe can nibble on poison.

Those same chemicals slide down my throat.

I didn’t want to be a star,
Feeling the wind whistle through my teeth when I smile.
I don’t want the praise of the choirs, the adoration of the faceless.

Don’t.
Don’t flatter me.

The blush in the sky can’t come soon enough.
This witching hours has me surrounded.

My demons.
…Your demons.

Acapella choir, must you stain gravity’s gas?
Of course the hours plea,
Salvador Dali never repeats himself.
I’ll be your sculpture
I’ll be your melting clock.
Hence the temperature in your veins require a rebirth.
You know I’m on fire with it,
This oil slick burn.
It’ll eat me alive,
It’ll make my skin peel off.

Charmingly charred,
I’ll be your incendiary angel with a smart name in neon.

Hydro-sonic piercing sings,
Now you strangle the levitating circle.
If the pyramid’s eye opens,
Poke its pupil

And watch the river of cinema cleanse your feet.

 

 

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I’m honored to have Collaborated with Jamie Marie Rose. She’s a tremendous writer, packed with a style like no other and has a phenomenal vision of how she pictures the world around her. It was a privilege to collaborate Jamie Rose. Please pay her a visit to her incredible brilliant works: https://jamiemarierose.wordpress.com/

Thank you Jamie. You are awesome! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

Morricone Metal (The Orchestra Bees Conquered Cain)


Antenna vocals

poignant softly
through made hair-like bassoon.

Violins groaning –
said the filmography bees…

And featuring the fatigue fear –
And the Obsolescence chord –

Firstborn tarantula –
Operas its way to a bardic jar –
Metal morricone dollar.

Declare post-synched versatile –
The brute trilogy sax –
Eclecticism gambles over disfavored biopic R’s.

The near loud penitents against thee…

Pollination viola –
let us toast glass to glass,
for the lizard radiation begs you such.

I’m multilingual who maws
that zozo hammer organ –
Ennio Cain audition for the 16th creep
5 nightmare autopsy lord.

A horn god
is characterized as an e-flat –
A mule’s vengeance –
a baroque parcel syncopation.

Sara, Sara…be warn & conquer the need in all.

 

 

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The Alphabets Signed Where the Stuffed Bunnies Preach


Stuff my insides

with scripted spoor.
Canaanite vats –
Apocryphal Phoenician.

Athenians among four futures –
ontology separates moral writhe.

The ancestor’s Cyrillic day plush –
alphabetize the “B” syllable hit owl.
You skinned a skeletal signed bunny epidemic.

Comb your cognitive wordsmith.

1000000 god lagomorphs –
Murdered the electric universe.

Hybrid ministers Google:
Time-slice coincidence.
Cartoons pledge consonants
and inhabit children century assumed.

Celestial hitchhikers
trail marked 15th Remnants 999999.
Depict the kill keeping
as a sprouted contrast synonymous.

Space intestines –
get sexually introduced by preach signs.
Apparently the cursives hare –
breeds folklore from a wildly symptom wholly.

A showcase moon pick plugged version
of protein jackalope rice moribund.
Superfetation birth like heads
decimate into opacus floe.

Did cuneiform sermons
Churched the melancholia
of birthday veil?

Terrycloth the Legendary
recently endangered away the known thirty.
John Apottaic decayed the night leading.

They eat plastic years –
something Etc., coats geology
and replaces it with different synthetic.

Decipherment through cats dark SS –
Rearrange them & invoke the guillotined Kilobyte.

 

 

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