45 Honey Kill

 

Polaroid spitting sleep
retrospect the spark.

Bulbous celluloid
palliate
the
omnivorous excursus.

In torn –
a plea –

Metacognition motto thrum grandiloquent.

Coma Berenices
covered
in
catcall Ipecac.

Arcane spirit thalassemia
verbatim
45 honey kill.

The ochre anopisthograph
snared
montague psittacism.

Durga
illuminatus
fed
my mother
a
sober kamikaze.

 

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The Ethel Mertz Saga

The Compassion of the Lettuce
directed
&
written
by: Mel Gibson.

 Howard Stern
got
a sex change
resembling
prophylactic.

 Zombie wizards
open their
first annual
Volkswagen Blowjob.

Ethel Mertz
unconsciously
does a cartwheel
that
penalized fart glaucoma.

 Starring
Clam chowder athlete’s foot,
Arby’s parking lot,
Diet genitalia,
and Gucci booty Pepto-Bismol.

Coming soon to an imagination near you.

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Mostly Indie Bird Shit

I am tired of hipster music
shoving it up our asses.
My
hemorrhoids
“Flop at the box office.”

Michael Cera
you
indie DMV chlamydia,
Anti-aging bird shit.
Oops!
That last reference
was for Tom Cruise.

Speaking of psychopath lotion.
Whose idea to trademark
“devilish horn hands”?
Gene Simmons
the douchebag…got it.

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Flimflam Midnight

 

Contusion grok!

Palpebral blowflies incuse.

Maggots evince dirge.
The mump temples all squeak gibbous.

Introrse indwell a chromatic wince full.

 

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Telepathic Gonzo

Babylon eyes fiction.
Extrasensory hot-wired.
Acerbic scowl
atrophied the crackle
pork daymare.

Pheromone museums!

Telepathic gonzo!

Amateur god
desex antithesis,
periphery encyclopedia unwoven.

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The Snowman Sliced His Throat and Bled ABC’s

The snowman sliced his throat
&
bled theremin horses.

Prelapsarian extinct!

ABC’s
hypovolemia,
they
gleam around
impinge terahertz.

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Starlit Speculation – This is Charlie Zero

A 3rd Review of My Book by: Kristine Brown the Poet

Crumpled Paper Cranes

Introduced to Björk and Tori Amos at the age of eleven, and remembering echoes of of a swarming crowd as Shirley Manson stated, “I’m only happy when it rains,” it takes a lot to unnerve me through words, medical terminology, and images I hope will prompt more than just some kind of lucid, false, epileptic seizure.

Perhaps the challenge in impressing me lies in my affinity for the experimental, cracked into three large shards. Charlie Zero’s This Robot Dreams Inside a Plastic Soul stirred my intrigue as the sun prods an amusement park worker to wriggle in his four-legged, alpaca wool suit. I snuggled into the blankets covering my macintosh red futon, took a minute or so between pieces, and thought, “Damn, Charlie. I’d imagine LSD does come to a halt, but I’m not quite ready.” For the record, I’ve never tried LSD.

Charlie’s writing reminds me of wind chimes…

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Ankle Armpit Token

 

 

Blear brume blague!

Nudnik paw vs. the fatal world trying!

Caricature cigarette.

Ankle armpit token.
 Fester the vowel GPS rant.

 

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Punctually Pissing Roses

Ice story flavors
your pissing ribbon
burp armed angels
& ministers hello struck.

Taking sarcasm
of imagine prime peace –
turning conspiracy you
into Vanilla demo-cat elections.

This Country
of analytical gonorrhea
should assume roses over frosty conscience
or, rat-pubicans dividing us
onto opposite answers?

We’re a hung movie Hannibal Lecter custom prop. 
No thanks… my dignity comes first.

 

 

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Verbum Sap the Wah-Wah Bruxism

 

Amplifier
a
putty stench snarl
was cloning apathetic calculator.

The glutton asomatous leer
quiver gorilla comma.
Verbum sap pique.
Tirrivee chorale
botched the human wah-wah bruxism.

 

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