Anxiously Portraying a Skeleton Gender Saxophone

 

Coffin Jeff rooted his interval tell.
He anxiously felt pilgarlic –
whilst portraying operose ten.

Pygostyle moisture – altissimo bivalve…

CGI ophicleide skeleton,
pot twists its serac intersex.
Implicit organelle
unearths onto Omphalos –
periapt mezzo Intracellular inlet.

Y-chromosome noir
algorithms flagellum XZ,
it rums a semitone gender
and pats your cologne.

Agoraphobia saxophone away
this triskelion Parvati,
blinking who, only without cursive,
bite the waters tail
and greet van gogh.

 

 

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Early Double Helix

This is good poetry at its best

Paul Welsh - Poetry

Labour build
July 1966 rehousing project
no rats in the south west miles
she cleaned for a saviour
inspector’s anxieties, anticipations
Plant moved around the new wood smell
a photograph, four humans and one animal, not inclusive, we breathed the same air
ignorance killed a hibernating tortoise
typhoon came and went
schools hired zealots to destroy
News jotters recorded floods, strikes, power cuts, candles, the invisible bike
walked alone, then Pollock weekends with dog gangs
no fire for the Green Goddess, shouting News boys at midnight
cold chapel, good trousers, no communion, sweets, middens, long back-green grass, canary yellow British Railway van
Arthur Montfort dragged us through tedium, food under polystyrene tiles, beside woodgrain wallpaper doors
thought he had Black Death, refused the elevator, we carried paint pots before Travolta stole the style
his comic effect, Fr. Daley killer grab, unconcerned soul and shoplifter
Subbuteo
graffiti cells led to melting…

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Vatican 3

Paul is a hell of a writer. Stop by and have a chat with him.

Paul Welsh - Poetry

Brother Conflicted on vows day, He to kill the Devil
cruise ship Ave Maria melts candle wax
bells for laundered robed walkers, climbing pyramids
throwing pickaxes at indigent sheep, neck high in their ‘lackey’ diamond hand clasp pleading for wafer-thin drugs, shutting their mouths with it, stapling down their tongues with it
outside Art hate $4.6m

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Comrade Addict

Check out my new friend Paul’s poetry. He is the real deal.

Paul Welsh - Poetry

Commenced emptiness, The Mass singular
Folk music, wings over gymnastic blasphemies, lifted by Leni
Governor Kingdom can’t
three hundred and something ends, the end, Berlin boys
I loved, coal to widows, ash to vixen, and monoxides ran
Peta, Peta, doctor slaughter
Edda pointed her ballet toes at bolting Schorfheide quadrupeds
Focus, concentration, rejoice, free
Eva gave my wound time to open
the future will be facts
card cup’s spiced coffee decants into hold
rails shine up angst

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Lucille Ball Crucifies Ice Cream and Karma Sutras Zombie Wizards

 

My name is beavis
I cook for Hitler’s Volkswagen –
Spielberg handles the ice cream,
Mel Gibson crucifies Lettuce.
Prayer gives you Howard Sterns,
like Madonna sex changing
into her gift reward card.

Hello, Paula Deen –
care for some racist butter?
Yes! And may Alec Baldwin
continue giving me bj’s –
so zombie wizards and George Clooney
can co-exist in economical bourbon.

Think physics before
solving macadamia salty nuts.
Arby’s & FBI
put grapes on 9/11
using karma sutra
as brochures to Disneyland adventure.

Lucille Ball, finally!
You own Frances Coppola’s peppermint stick.
Life is a piece of cumberbatch.
There’s no telling how the CIA
could ever out run, a pancake mixer.

 

 

 

 

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Horoscope Bras and Jamaican Ovaries

 

Ashton Kushner,
you Barbra Streisand
looking mother-budweiser.
Why deny the brown stains
in your briefs?
Take Imodium
and hold Pepe Le Pew’s hand;
if you sense hot flashes
then it’s obviously your Hiroshima.
Stop crying Will Ferrell –
you’ll only sound Jamaican.

Pay close attention
to your Christmas ovaries.
They’ll jingle dodge ball hymns
through Rodney Dangerfield’s eyes.

Notice how Venezuela
plucked out UFO rhinos
from Marisa Tomei’s Armani.
Yeah, and Eminem
wears a horoscope bra
just so he can idolize scrambled eggs.

Watch yourself Garth Algar –
I’m doing the catwalk
working my pecs
and fixing myself a chilidog.
(Grrrr…grrr…) Stomach growling –
the noises inside indicate
a war between cocoa pecan butter,
and John Wayne Gacy’s T.V. guide.

 

 

 

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Eaten by Eros Whispering Remains

 

Antifreeze seduces
the chewer endangered
burble louche.

The carcass ones whispering;

“Devils rime apocopate;
revelry loudly they instigate skulduggery.”
Unbeknown, cumulonimbus, affray the gruesome brothel
of what I’ve Eaten
in your untying thespian.

The profound clairaudience mashed bloviate.

Ebony Cockaigne,
pullulate celiac redo remains.

By eros, do you prate those manufacture colloquial emblem?

 

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Twitching this Urge for Those Billion Lonely Days

 

Microfiche places itself
alongside the carcass Della soma rum push.
I’m sitting for those swear slovenly
lonely Monday.

Tuesday whey – poeflangorge overwhelms –
the lips forget electrickivorous pots –
Wednesday welter the caffeine knees sibylline.

Muscles feast show
this zitty-zitty solitude. 
Thursday desert – fidgets the cough sotto dead
in feefeey pismire depressed rot.

Day’s poppy impaired
the scripturient pallid hallelujah cramps suicidal miracle spray.
Urge us; the billion Fridays fatigue erratic stimulendshot,
bell sidle vallasloon voce,
zog zizzle the twitching heir, plage in the ciliary cirrus.

 

 

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Kaczynski Entertainment Anxiety

 

Entertainment high on death 
   yes!  I begged and prayed –
       all you gave me was experiments.

Environmentalism held by silly putty.

Overpopulation migraine, death flirts with corso.

Dehydrated pellucid,
   Russian roulette a death pop introduction,
      suicide too shy to clap,
merriment brings out your is less.

Kaczynski MK-OFTEN!
Corso MK Death!

Anxiety new world,
mental technology,
world-wide Sequester,
yep!  Things feel low as fun.

 

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