To my WordPress friends, I am back!

My apologies for my silent absence.

I’ve moved to a new place
and spent this whole month moving in
and unpacking things and helping out a lot.

Got internet connection now!
and I am ready to unleash new poetry works. 

Hope you are all doing well and I missed you all.
I’ll be catching up on all your works,
I’m so happy to be here back on WordPress
and excited to read what you all have posted.

Expect a new post soon.

~Sincerely, Charlie Zero the Poet

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Vervain Earthlings

 

Into earthlings, few have glassed
a varmint homunculus.

A hot piss forebodes – rumples the gooey frailty –
ream of albatross debunk intuit.

Teeth crystal stitch hue.

Your futureless circle-mill –
despairs a jeer tyro galactagogue! 
It dots the sapient,
sinew unwind
a featherlike abscissa.

Measles vervain ball –
Invite you to permanent
guile the Apotheosis
and its smoother hollow immure hod.

 

 

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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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Grief Paints Herself Void of Substance

 

Hearts distended,
termites feed
my emotional wooden cocoon.

In time unfurled.
Color will vaporize
on heavy lidded sunset.

Tears of saudade,
covet what belongs
trapped in perfidy.

Grief paints herself empty of faith.
Weeping statues dissolve marble;
only traces remain void of substance.

Tornados sob.
Everything wise dead.
Innocence & beauty
withers her philosophy away.

Tension snakes across wires.
Holding us from falling sideways –
lightning casts’ dark skies
stages without masters.

Billion voices atrophy.
Mr. Mirror image
pull the strings from flesh,
happiness cafard,
flowers anorexic.

All things
Stand looking at themselves.
Still against shroud
as we are,
we are no more.
Roll the film
to empty audience.

Sunshine unzips
its complexion;
behind it a sad destiny –
waiting to be held
waiting to wail.

For who among us –
Shelled and pulled, could
in scourge of truth know
Tenderness by our inchworm;
climb to itching greed.

Staple gun my everlasting woe.
Hammering our breath,
teeth wrinkle of weary,
alone we request.

Spiked baptism
wetting the brows
of unadorned novices,
knelt in piqued splendor
Come the Christendom.

A Cyclops ram
howls unexpectedly.
Drenching in agony
without volumes;
tragic heeds ahead.

Wings of leather
Darken skies bled of iron,
Herald.

 

 

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This is our 2nd collaboration
with my coolest sister Candice Louisa Daquin.

A very different theme challenge
about emotions, something new in poetry,

something special about 2 minds bringing forth an
eclectic heart and feel that comes from within.

My sister and I, feel so proud of this work.
I hope her and I collaborate again.
She’s an inspiration and an influential.

Please pay her site a visit. She’s writes the best poetry ever written.

https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/