Dada sucks my Nipple its Claustrophobic Between your Noun

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Arousal transmotto
Anti-nouns detach themselves from plisky

Male vitamin
feminism protein

Topless claustrophobic graffiti
     Hope is on life support
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Contracting views                                     Dadaist eggnog
sucking off the mice bourgeois              Dadaist cheese.

Art suffocates the nipple maps
tightened the photomontage ticket
Interlude what emanates

Daunting windowless cabaret
report plastic hormonal press
vacuum spectacle and…
philosophy breast feeds common sense
movement’s skip denouncements
rendezvous at fludd
Rosicrucian
Kabbalah
sion
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*A few clues decide, many doors in your path,
you might have teased the first key.
Cover your eye with left hand.
Ask yourself – Which door should I shake hands?

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Jaded Repetitions (Allow me to Unplug Every Channel)

 

A peer canard
Lonesome macrocosm beta –
Extol shrive, culture code.
Is jaded immersed in your holy channels?
Said mommy who killed poetry…
Tarantism unplugs your repetition.
Every divinity
Rushes to the sacred uruk.

Chameleon, Mystique, Years, Kind.
Roaches lament the very me.
Open to…glory pixels.
With alexithymia
Lingering on your shoulder –
Every synchronization
Yields & allows a dead verb to weep.

 

 

* The obvious kisses you in the eye, don’t let all the other hidden clues fool you. let Google search be your key.
Once you’ve open the mask, the answers itch your bones.

 

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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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“Private Outcry”

Please! Pay this Poet a Visit. His poem is Gold! A powerful message to our planet earth

The Wayward Poet

Lenin

My hatred of hospitals

Dates back to my childhood

When, at the age of six,

I was confined to Urgent Care for a week

After suffering a severe asthma attack.

A terrorist cell in my lungs

Restricted all airflow,

Making each breath painful and labored.

It was as if razor blades

Had made their way into my chest.

As I lay on the gurney, recovering,

I saw all manner of people

Trudge through the automatic doors,

Moaning and carrying their exposed organs

In their hands,

Gore and viscera dripping behind them

Like the bloody trail that follows an army of wounded soldiers,

Ripped open by the scars of battle.

So, too, is the current condition of the world,

A sick, twisted place overrun by the retched,

Marred by evil and wickedness.

The earth is rushed in on a stretcher,

An IV injected into its oil-rich vein.

The nurses and doctors…

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Gripped by the Annoying Rossini

 

Tonight’s presentation the annoying death…

Tis’ unpleasant handshakes
flit beside a simmer flower,
Rossini responds:
Pull the grip 39
and have them splotch.

Give us your aperture lens
will instigate the riot
will agitate Berkeley party drama
dead in the magpie biography.

Ataraxia screams –
speculation gag,
Waco Texas we love your guns
we love your occult messiah.

Hi! F.B.I
hi! NRA
hi! MK-ultra

A reminder to you:
thank me later
when your retired palm
continually laughs
and bamboozles its fame touch humility.

 

 

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Chiasmus Implicated When Bashfully Stalked

 

Words stalk me
anankastic you
threatens
& unwarranted.

Chiasmus anthems!

A bashfully O
a pillage calliopean

Publish linguistic if.
Necessities couldn’t
criss-cross an implicated progdeplase.

Eggy Emma & her Latin crimes
met joeton flake
in the Hebrew calcine love.
They fell in poetry
humped, & made Q babies.

Pause!

Forward to the year 3084,
do you think the world still sleeping?
Yes, I believe so.
To doubt graft level minds –
Sag stop, the she Quran apophenia.

Wake up!!!

Suddenly, we a product of dream
who controls it,
awake not? Then who’s uploading me?

 

 

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Houdini Telephoned his Hemorrhoids and Hung Up

 


A timeless he

died imitated.
Anemia slurring –
Houdini, did you telephoned
your hemorrhoid
and hung up?

Like eddy vulture
picking at the
sentimental astrologist.

Technicolor minutes silique.

Pin IP’s on the murder screen.
And mirror cyanide calyx
and a godless sip.

The crease on your shoulder
advances
like a written scourge prolapsing
in its chapter photograph.

To himself
a rule
to others
a cheerful hellebore

Citizens of planet earth
form a straight line;
we’re about to implant you
with religious bootlegs.

Beliefs & veracity
compromised
by charismatic reruns.

A smile obtuse
twisted
through superstitious peepers,
tempting me
to corrode
your ill song.

Amalgamate xoanon
bare a strange initial
printed on the back
of a nephilim.
Not necronomicon polonaise
a swelling type brigade?

What trickery froths para-astute?
Allow me to demonstrate
a mirage of bequest phthalo.

Summon lotus-eater
summon azimuth

Your face clammy
edgy
exhibitionist
bewildered.

What’s your favorite fear?
Let me guess it for you, the Abramelin.

 

 

 

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