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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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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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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Bunko the Nurse


Religion polluted,

freezes the abstract –
words indecipherable to eat.
Take my chiasmus hostage, mimic it.

Witticism growls,
the hot Jacuzzi disinfects orgasm.

Absurd whispering chimney,
I’m shaped prosody.
The punctuated xylophone –
I squatted your used pyrrhic.
The screeching ye formed cognate,
the shadowless cavity swarming.

Bavarian malignancy,
charade reeks of unknown globule.
Horus hypnosis,
Pavlov condition,
exploitation choice,
slaughterhouse museum,
turns my once faith into a buzzing flea.

Gore music jazz –
dies a solo staying tribute.
Mastery second aeon,

When every totem crowned
is beheaded,
I, most eager lad –
compel a dream
to filth your noise gleaming corpulence.

Animal skulls Orthey –
100 slain erupt whom,
ritualistic unpredictable you.
Who strings us humans as marionette?
Incorporate then,
Where organs, ocarina,
sexualize the complex P.

Analyze cannot we this,
realism gives me a death blow job.
Drift us
unconventionally –
Lamentation centuries scraped,
revealed by ridiculously itch.

Sunfish piano,
the production grim –
dieth smile sweet.

Her kind malice –
unleash the whorls montage.
Mountains razz,
conceiving you as a two-headed goat.
Ignore perhaps,
ignore materialism,
His radiant character strangely milkward.
The hateful you are, the wiser you become.

Bunko the nurse
got goon dada
& its eerie drunken penny boozed.
Terrestrialism glosses
monosyllabically gushes
generation agenda,
cracks me up
of that mental worship,
cliché mysticism
I lost my token to herein.

Banksy conquering
political zingers,
accordion sax
language spills out mint ode.
Pinnacles insofar have untrodden another –
croon biting the afternoon.

The death coded chime,
Mind philistine,
dirty declension,
brutalization drinks up the horizon incessant.

Nowhere isof glorifies –
the skinny dipping threesomes.
Cerebella sovereignty,
the flesh modem temporarily disappears.
I’m pre-human
I’m stuffed oddly.  

Some squeak reason
from their ears.
Monuments go amok;
such ideals remix the dimensions cotton pox.

Christianity is a barren lie,
Catholicism insanitation.

Osiris let us decay with you.

 

 

 

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Dead Film Sleepers


Snuff torture man-made video tape

surgeons bludgeon the sensitive ape.
We are god’s favorite imperfect mistake
The American bible burn on a stake.
I’m ashamed, me human suit of a man
stale ignorance fuck the Ku Klux Klan.
What I see in the news it makes me cry
hope is a whore nobody wants to try.
My honesty flares through zero caffeine
subliminal messages rot, next scene.

 

 

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Lovecraft gets Higher and the Internet Gods stay Smaller


Lovecraft succinct

his voice of legions
through fuliginous snot,

Parasol-crisis
Rhythoog Bucephalus,
esemplastic echolalia
tremble you white world.

Orange mantle sold replicants heir.

The eidolons fear the hanging fool.

Out from Azamorgola fire
Mankind’s monsters get higher;
while the internet gods stay smaller.

A prodigy to petroleum wings
your helium I.V. agita.
Decathect empathy
beware! This poem possesses
scriptures from the beehive earlobe.

Read as your own risk – Thelshogmog is coming.

 

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