Jaded Repetitions (Allow me to Unplug Every Channel)

 

A peer canard
Lonesome macrocosm beta –
Extol shrive, culture code.
Is jaded immersed in your holy channels?
Said mommy who killed poetry…
Tarantism unplugs your repetition.
Every divinity
Rushes to the sacred uruk.

Chameleon, Mystique, Years, Kind.
Roaches lament the very me.
Open to…glory pixels.
With alexithymia
Lingering on your shoulder –
Every synchronization
Yields & allows a dead verb to weep.

 

 

* The obvious kisses you in the eye, don’t let all the other hidden clues fool you. let Google search be your key.
Once you’ve open the mask, the answers itch your bones.

 

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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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Touch my Saliva it’s Pulsing


Dear amylase –

it has come to our attention
that the department of touched saliva –
is investigating the parotid fat
and the where five void.

Pacinians
hunt the beat most perennial witch.
Frown thighs
suppressed by the epileptic ones.

My soaked glands are pulsing –
enzymes titillate
in her sensual doused fangs.

I quickly became the Ptyalin.
Lubricate me –
throb me –
Aren’t we closer to your dazed defrock light?

The haptics furthermore –
decussate beneath the fine starch nests wounds.
Stimuli through way cleave taboo.

Major mostly report!
The rhythmical hanged cross
sniffs identified Indentations
between your finger fast initiations.

Acuity thoughts –
burst in soft
alien vixen treats.

You should partially-consume yourself
in a world of the so-called jump therapy.

Permitted if it’s even forbidden…

A white galimatias –
centers its errors
within the extract somesthesis.

To the vilify modality –
it kallikrein’s the akhnaten heart.
OSU jugglers rough up
the beings ascending star.

Your seductive venom –
vibrates the soup bone belladonna.
The why type on the other hand –
de-sheds from the Egyptian theme paint noise…

~Sincerely the other bacteria

 

 

 

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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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Obligations Bring Forth the Seventh Human


Vitruvian asomatous

curves fourth
your obligation to the seventh human.

Xuzzine bough
collects stench cahoots
near the cloning Lucy days.

Regrets shine louder
than piquant ire.
Oh! My lady expose –
am I your new sex animal?
Surprise me then & torture some.

What if reason snarls
at our encrypted apes?
What absence
does the split chorale from?

Oasis sperm scents between her leg putty.

Anthracite irenic
botched out XYZ…
Bathos encodes it,
ben spiffy
swamps epicene;
the gorilla barbershop universe
hates commas & glutton leer.
The conundrum of this poem –
is whether I’m a debonair chameleon
or, a henbane, sugar plum miasma.

 

 

 

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Album Freaks, Half-Pepsi


United States

is made of Anti-matter
& Atomic ballroom.
The flood gods form
the white water.
William the when, flushed
his being into a pile of sin.
There is no between,
don’t compare irony to present density.

I’m positive in the Devil, Satan, Lucifer, etc.
On January the mark –
Science will experiment over your questions.
A large group of peter microbes
caused the shuffle effect.
Dr. Dewey B head of the world’s empire Y,

A single song by Tom Tomorrow
may complete murder gorgeous.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yes, I think the auditorium
is an EBM hypercube.
E-hats wiretapping,
filthy laughs intercepted.

Teen stimulation
Cinerama sweat-shop

Follow the Arabs
as they turn on the album freaks.
I took a stab
at a picture frame –
finding out 2 minutes later
that I had sliced 5 pieces of cherry baked pie.

Crows lust
piercing content obscene.
Curl up in my private bone.
Richard jism Kaos,
an intergalactic hunter –
poised to generate a test.

Dada notions the fact
but doesn’t appreciate blowing out the candles.
Entrance hole fantasy diet –
Robotic gibson journey’s through
the half-uni, half-Pepsi.

Absurdity film footage
pulsating grounds, climax the womb.
Pardon me if the finicky sour crumb
smashes the ungodly fury.

 

 

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