45 Honey Kill

 

Celluloid a mother’s spirit hand –
     spitting away darkness,
       it palliates the motto.

Grandiloquent 45 massacre thrum.

Omnivorous catcall –
    illustrated noisy
    torn sober I,
sparks’ anopisthograph the mood –
metacognition snares the arcane bulbous.

Coma Berenices
    dies inside durga,
kamikaze honey
    covered in retrospect.

Illuminatus cogs,
    drunk we balloon, ochre wipes psittacism.
Does your sleep plea
    a kill Polaroid Montague;
verbatim, thalassemia amongst,
    page 1 ended with you suspended in ipecac.

 

 

 

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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 🙂

Lucille Ball Crucifies Ice Cream and Karma Sutras Zombie Wizards

 

My name is beavis
I cook for Hitler’s Volkswagen –
Spielberg handles the ice cream,
Mel Gibson crucifies Lettuce.
Prayer gives you Howard Sterns,
like Madonna sex changing
into her gift reward card.

Hello, Paula Deen –
care for some racist butter?
Yes! And may Alec Baldwin
continue giving me bj’s –
so zombie wizards and George Clooney
can co-exist in economical bourbon.

Think physics before
solving macadamia salty nuts.
Arby’s & FBI
put grapes on 9/11
using karma sutra
as brochures to Disneyland adventure.

Lucille Ball, finally!
You own Frances Coppola’s peppermint stick.
Life is a piece of cumberbatch.
There’s no telling how the CIA
could ever out run, a pancake mixer.

 

 

 

 

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Marlon Brando Prophesied Satan’s Anti-aging Testicle Juice

 

I’m tired of hipster beards
living off gypsies & artsy fartsy.
Johnnie Cochran paraphrased it:

“Flop at the box office,
or drink martini juice.”

A famous quote by: Testicle Namaste.

Marlon Brando
coined the term: “Science”
back in the 1700s. How?
He mumbled gibberish
prophesies that entailed; Nazi hairdryers,
DMV chlamydia, & cub scout illuminati.

Oh! So, you’re saying;
yeast infections we’re part
of an elaborate John Travolta
to further their anti-aging bird shit?
Yep, slaveantology
imprisons 7-UP.
They know if you consume it –
it’ll make mick jagger feel horny again.

Gene Simmons…
you trademarked Satan’s abs?
No wonder your soul
is half gazpacho & half psoriasis.
And speaking of Toys ‘r’ us…
How’s life treating you in Barcelona?
Hopefully, soapy and, aunt jemima free…

 

 

 

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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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