John Doe’s Premonition of Pus Part 1

 

Milkdrogyny caduceus
solve et coagula
peered
&
observed
at
Saturn pus.

Svengali
reheat
paragraph
28.

John Doe
mythopoeic
sage,
typewriters
perspire
despondent
squib.

 

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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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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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Punctually Pissing Roses

Ice story flavors
your pissing ribbon
burp armed angels
& ministers hello struck.

Taking sarcasm
of imagine prime peace –
turning conspiracy you
into Vanilla demo-cat elections.

This Country
of analytical gonorrhea
should assume roses over frosty conscience
or, rat-pubicans dividing us
onto opposite answers?

We’re a hung movie Hannibal Lecter custom prop. 
No thanks… my dignity comes first.

 

 

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Chant Acne you Cuddly Nuclear Missile

 

“Myrmidon, chants twice necrosis!”
  Lutheran scar, peptide acne –
     oblivion year produces.

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

A slouch army…

A forsooth reprise…

A time acid teething…

Caliphate formulations macrophage…

Absinthe speaks
     cuddly missile foist.

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

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

Where’s your god bomb money?

Can I tuck plimsoll to bed?
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

Hence by body apples muster
    into gastrointestinal adhesion –
jelly gamete enter hematoxylin,
           larvae thudding,
 michelangelo’s lipoma stirring.

I have known of
it,
rolling eosin cerebrum –
   ringing walls,
Embryology video sprays death
around the ventricle urine division.

Capillaries tiny west –
   inherent protesting goo
and other pyre basilar,
   endoscopy epiglottis –
       spurs angel meninges.

Abstract miserere –
  from its salvage agony virtual,
pretending veins cooling send;
   was a motor-blood parathyroid.

A vulva pituitary cupola.
    Epithelial cameras
        turn a pectin
     mound stomach
into oviparous violent generation.

Her sagittal tentacles time lapse one day ago.

 

 

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Concescastors Slurped Off Decayed Sounds (A Collaboration with Nathalie Purpleanais and I)


I kissed a ghost –

its lips take me to a sensual disillusionment,
brought on by a textured touch papier-mâché –
exacerbated by a beached whale
who whispers weird tales in my ear
as I am sipping on my beer.

Concescastors summoned Babylon.
The subgenius behemoth
unshackles all the deluded minds
that hit the asylum walls.

Bleeding thoughts! Said the salamander surgeons –
Who discovered a vile tantric;
slithering around the world
& against the mint galactic blues.

Unholy communion—
cerebral abrasions—

A broken compass needle swinging back and forth –
sanity catatonic, insanity seducing north.

Decopygmenes slurp evidence off a decayed dictionary.
The words plea for help!
The words laugh soundly!

I’m sitting underneath the lemon tree
where Aristophanes contemplates
and studies the honey bees
unconsciously touching the crease in his sleeve.

They beg to slip in the shoe void Amsterdam.
Was the mirror not stretching integrity
enough to fall on its own compassion?

Certainly, Van Gogh penniless and in despair –
tried to drown himself in the deep sunflower fields
which had long haunted his dreams –
Too bad though, the dreadful diamonds called out his bluff.

 

 

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I’ve had the most honor and pleasure to have collaborated with Nathalie Purpleanais. She’s an incredible writer, brilliant mind, and intellectually creative.  Please visit her page – her work is a must read and very important. 

https://arwenaragornstar.com/

Thank you Nathalie. 🙂

 

 

 

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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