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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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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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. 🙂