Fluffy Corpse Blush the Melting Fart

 

By accretion
by men baked personas –
Annex restores the dance destroyed morals.

Intestines heartwarming –
you preserve
the Christian way spunk.

Do accidentally release
this facial cosmetic fart.
Dissolution stays fluffy.

The KDA black crinoline accedes.
The bells fly rouge
abused my avocado corpse.

As blush prokaryotes –
it tells its story
of the drugstore souls
who birth an oak variant.

Her strawberries
turned to human Lips
her cat
turned to 88 vagina voices.

Bereft this ship bilk –
Bloat out erythema
and wear it to symbolize idiopathic.

Dystopian 9141
the webcam animals
hijack your memory.
They make you put a gun to your temple
you smile under god
you mock socialism
you polish the myogenic –
don’t attempt to humanize a maggot.

Cut/convey

Sprout programs & Mixture Wings

This idol motion
dune squeaks.
It perplexes
it dirges
it didactics.

Collapse the red contusion –
space blowflies the drink
or so the emphasis evince.

 

 

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Telepathic Gonzo

 

Raoul!
You telepathic gonzo –
You don’t need
eyes, mouth, ears.
Grow 6 hands, cover them.

Blindfold the impression mystics.

Sir, Balanovski
taints truth –
amaryllis shedding
despondency
sensitivity
a misguided statistic.

Of museums
fixing the fiction god extrasensory…

Art pettifogging…
Art targets shock…

Bias Thompson
your wisdom deflating –
walls atrophied, Babylon dehisced.

To the decoy protagonist –
oh! Steal profanities continuity.
Pornography toad’s
chess play to a battle mating season
and suddenly Sinclair decries ultimatum?

Randomize controversy, this thing we call percent.

 

 

 

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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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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

 

Mr. Amnesia internet –
my fingers pressed against
your complex keyboard.

Diencephalon
swallows the engine black world.
Bulk Franken
quotes Mr. Therapist nudnik.
Children stalk dilemma –
transgenders desire persuasion.

Enjoy rigor mortis.
The icons impulse,
the episode prophets Incest,
Lilly itchy is morbidly funny
when she’s not trying.

The morning egret –
dilatory waits for death –

Butcher us, the homage debut fatal.

 

 

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Punctually Pissing Roses


This isn’t a story about gonorrhea.

In fact, quite the opposite…
Imagine pissing roses
in front of armed cops.
Shower away your abusive power.

Hey, Los Angeles, how are you?

Have you hung sarcasm on a cross, yet?

Imagine world peace raped dignity.
By unlawful consensual standards,
you’d have to say please.

Hello, conscience, how’s it going?

Not good. What’s wrong?

Prime minister rat-pubican frosty
is now taking over Baskin Robbins.
Our country won’t be
of mix flavors anymore.
We’re divided; we’re stuck with vanilla ice.

Imagine burping demo-cats.
I assume a sniff movie about cats & pizza-gate.
Let’s not think analytical here…
hence ask yourself;
if I were Hannibal Lecter
which conspiracy parts would I eat?

The answer is simple: easy.

 

 

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Obligations Bring Forth the Seventh Human


Vitruvian asomatous

curves fourth
your obligation to the seventh human.

Xuzzine bough
collects stench cahoots
near the cloning Lucy days.

Regrets shine louder
than piquant ire.
Oh! My lady expose –
am I your new sex animal?
Surprise me then & torture some.

What if reason snarls
at our encrypted apes?
What absence
does the split chorale from?

Oasis sperm scents between her leg putty.

Anthracite irenic
botched out XYZ…
Bathos encodes it,
ben spiffy
swamps epicene;
the gorilla barbershop universe
hates commas & glutton leer.
The conundrum of this poem –
is whether I’m a debonair chameleon
or, a henbane, sugar plum miasma.

 

 

 

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