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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John Doe’s Premonition of Puss Part 1

 

Geburah drinks from the window arm.
Saturdays perspire; typewriters elide
with flesh DVR & chesed sage.

John Doe, reheat Saturn’s paragraph.

Dybbuk caduceus, hijack turntable puss –
Despondent mythopoeic, echinopsis heliamphora,

Milkdrogyny dogma unsung – solve and coagula.

 

 

 

 

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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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Chant Acne you Cuddly Nuclear Missile

 

“Myrmidon, chants twice necrosis!”
Lutheran scar, peptide acne –
how unsafe does your oblivion year produce?

Rhizome seaweed,
uncloak the papule gulch
around dead scree calve.

A slouch army

A Buddhist cow

A time acid teething

Caliphate formulations macrophage…

Absinthe speaks spiritual oils –
they cuddle me
like a missile.
Cry in horror when you see follicles foist.

And it happens so…
Oh! How your mantra activates…
A where bathe air in the form however.

Tibetans sieve
after the nuclear performer.
Warfare periods, toys love antibiotics.

Where’s your god bomb money?

Can I tuck you to bed plimsoll?
Sure, just let the dying Catholics
do the pill popping first.

 

 

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Don’t buy my Book, Just Burn it and Smile

 

My eyes observe all around in utter displease
nobody buys first time poets who look unease.
Why? Because I’m not well known or famous
when I die poor, you’ll remember me as less.
Politics favors the beautiful banal ones
I despise poetry and everything it’s done.
Maybe I should just put a bullet in my head
the coward in me is brave and thinking ahead.
There’s way too much egos, assholes, & competition
no support or income, hello world here I am your rejection.

 

 

 

Note: This poem is based on my own personal accounts.
Though I can’t say much…I know you’ve all have felt this same
feeling as I have. The state of displeasure, the reality of it, depresses me.
I’m only one person with his opinions.
I know I’m not saying much, so I’m expressing myself in code.
Please, do not be alarmed, I just needed to get this feeling out of my chest, that’s all.

If you’ve understood this poem, then you are with me and I am not alone.

 

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Abstract Michelangelo’s Rolling Ventricle


Video cameras rolling –

filming begins to enter
the eosin minty pectin.

Motor blood
turns my veins goo –
meninges tickle the count.

Let agony salvage in Michelangelo’s body.

Endocrine stomach cerebrum,
surrounds itself by imperfectual cuboidal.
Cloudy liver thudding,
homologous tentacles
spray tiny capillaries in pyre.

Metazoa the sagittal,
drips and feminizes sallies jitters.

Hematoxylin larvae –
epiglottis parathyroid –

Anatomy vessels –
spring herophilus urine,
the ringing walls propel you,
the shot jelly Gametes
be of what we were.

Marrow off deaths particular Ptolemy –
your sea wasps
dwell on in, down above it.

Listen up!
You epithelial protesting
oviparous frogs,

The heat magnetic burgers
are crawling sideways into your
gastrointestinal adhesion.

The mound
pituitary angels,
feast on the trillion
endoscopy rulers –
who syndrome the known facial ventricles.

Cohesion stirring –
vertebrates quiver –

Alexandria wants her vulva strained.
It diagrams towards north,
it musters a framed west.

Angiography apples –
hence a violent cockroach inherent –
Virtual cooling, sends liquid
boneless tract division –
cut us by third quarters, thus embryology sings.

 

 

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