Avant-garde Mind Mad the Asonia Skewed Brain

 

Avant-garde dries up
               training sessions
                             in the desuetude brain.

Avant-garde blatherskite
               congius monorchid –
                            fata morgana cochlea,
                      keep in mind the skewed fear 8.

Avant-garde night mourns
               mad muktuk-cannikin.
                            Asonia adds a lot of blues –
                            carphology exordium,
                     dada puffs and dissects thurifer.

Avant-garde garage church,
               carillon worm homeostasis,
                            betides synovial,
                                   cnidarian quagmire
                                        strigil pronoun.

Avant-garde shows uroboros
                reinventing glia, maladroit
        immunization of unprotected vomiting.

 

 

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Dostoevsky Peels Off the Sensory 3rd Vortex

 

Why deceased?

Paraboloid O!

Responds: the witty Cooper…

Mascon nocent does.
Whirlpool burned exfoliates
                                        the purlieu planet
and welcomes cadenza knavery.

Kronos outers off
                                        to disturbed what.

It neurons the word weight macaronic call –
It signatures Heliopolis photoreceptor you.

His human gothic shedding prose;
Wicca’s the 3rd vortex vatic.
She peels humor,
much in the case of Dostoevsky – ghrelin.

The Antichrist kisses the sunburn prolix,
lice repetitious pun barrel –
overloads the power sensory chapped.

 

 

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Cloud Veins Dust Hierophant Decimal

 

Lip skulls capillary supermarket.
Seagull myocardium –
like camel-pontiff veins
                                   whose apoptosis cirriforms,
                                   crawling budd–chiari.

The Barmecide cloud nimbostratus;
mouth mites’ kakorrhaphiophobia
                                                            IBM petrol feather,

God inhales eggs wherever
the decimal prostrate…

                                  Mire dust background tapir.

Nomenclature tomb – the vaporous – unmacro moira,

Hierophant spells vent swaps
canorous anhedonia fiat.

– Separators… Commence…

 

 

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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

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

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.

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

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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