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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Happy New Year, Friends 2018

Dear friends,

 

Greetings…How are you?  Hope all is well.

Humanity breathes a new step to a mysterious journey.

Apologies for my absence; worry not – Good things are coming.

Happiness anticipates ‘8’. 

How does the wind sarcasm if tomorrow remains unwritten?

 

Stay tune.

 

~ Sincerely Charlie Zero1 the Poet 🙂

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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To my WordPress friends, I am back!

My apologies for my silent absence.

I’ve moved to a new place
and spent this whole month moving in
and unpacking things and helping out a lot.

Got internet connection now!
and I am ready to unleash new poetry works. 

Hope you are all doing well and I missed you all.
I’ll be catching up on all your works,
I’m so happy to be here back on WordPress
and excited to read what you all have posted.

Expect a new post soon.

~Sincerely, Charlie Zero the Poet

Fluffy Dirge Blush the Melting Wince

 

Bake a smile
   full of maggots
     from my blowflies.  

Dirge palpebral!

           Bereft every introrse,
prokaryote the fart god webcam –
            preserve idiopathic mump…

Squeak the lumen personas.

         Incuse erythema gibbous,
       evince the polish oak human.
Grok blush your melting doss,
   contusion voices engulf
across myogenic land
     and fluffy chromatic jnana,
temples wince, wince… you may indwell for some permission.

 

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Telepathic Gonzo

 

Taints mouth grows – don’t art the truth
of bias extrasensory.
Raoul! 
You museum pettifogging wall,
amaryllis despondency, hounds impressionistic Babylon.

Eyes shedding – continuity dehisce –
telepathic decoy – decries the mystic 6.

Profanities atrophied – gonzo misguided ultimatum –
fiction blindfolds the toad’s deflating us.

Bukavac protagonist randomizes
the fixing shock chess – god passed out on foreplay.

 

 

 

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The Snowman Sliced His Throat and Bled out ABC’s

 

The prelapsarian ploce –
cinquain the gleamed unpieced impinge!

It bled anthropomorphic isolate –
clips R.I.
greeted the bones Chaldean verse.

Exsanguinate Carolingian scone –
the snowman sliced
his throat remark
of nadir death theremin panacea.

And out the ABC’s initial do – hypovolemic horses
parade to popular expel de-extinct phatic.

 

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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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Quote Amnesia Mr. Funny Finger

 

Impulse against
Mr. Nudnik dilemma rigor mortis
who quotes prophets episode desire,
persuasion homage,
he stalks icons funny death.

My finger therapist
tones Amnesia
from mornings butcher
engine pressed by the debut egret.

Diencephalon internets –
bulk their dilatory
fatal… world… trying…

 

 

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