Happy New Year, Friends 2018

Dear friends,

 

Greetings…How are you?  Hope all is well.

Humanity breathes a new step to a mysterious journey.

Apologies for my absence; worry not – Good things are coming.

Happiness anticipates ‘8’. 

How does the wind sarcasm if tomorrow remains unwritten?

 

Stay tune.

 

~ Sincerely Charlie Zero1 the Poet 🙂

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Above the Insects Who Peel the Sirens Odor

 

I loathe lunula,
    my snellen sirens
alarming the ohmolick hiccup.

Peel eschaton, squeal the odor.

You perplex head;
insects sprite martyrdom –
 Melpomene above.

Kodacolor monotone – hemolymph theatric balladry…

Adults darkle
onto
translucent tinnitus.

Proventriculus shineless belaud,
heed Cenozoic,
          and its decayed silkworm thorough.

Hyssop chides at the pun armscye –
      who so bonds with the Holobionts;
be you, a gift from Anatolia gods.

 

 

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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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Comrade Addict

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

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

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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Lamas Dipped in Vagisil & Amish

 

Harpo Marx used a pizza wagon
to lure Ariel, John Hinckley,
& Lamas.
He takes them home
for soup recipes
and creates a dipping sauce
called: “Vagisil & Amish.”
Cosmo Kramer
you penny pincher scallop –
make love to the wall pervert.
Macaulay Culkin
does impressions
of KFC & Jheri curls.
Just ask Mariah Carey –
she’s a marine rectumologist,
she’s Danny DeVito’s pacifier.

Raphael wiggum,
are you rabieist? No!
Good, because imitating
Tupac Shakur is considered bronchitis.
Pineapples & Sharon Tate
tough to choose, I’ll pick…

Meredith brooks vs. Cinnamon toast crunch.
I’d love to see a Dave Chappelle skit –
involving Sammy Davis Jr. as Doctor Satan the pimp
and Mickey Rourke as Ursula the paparazzi manwhore.

You’re Welcome.

 

 

 

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Topless Hamsters of Popcorn Foreplay

 

Mcfly you’re smarter
than Fran drescher
leave the pluming duties to Jesus.
After all – eddy murphy
sought custody of Kevin bacon
and Weird Al Yankovic.

Tom Petty carried
a dozen yoga mats,
fully realizing a giant sourdough crust.
With every non-dairy urinal,
you regain popcorn immunities
resembling fruit roll ups.
Talk about immigration foreplay.

Socks placenta
during tattoo barber shops,
feed them disco feminist retainers –
and you’ll receive a cramp
the size of a topless hamster.
Matthew Mcconaughey
even agreed tofu anus donuts
against his own pancreas –
should never squeeze
the watermelons of Saddam Hussein.

I smell a lawsuit…
well, add some ground pepper,
shoelaces, playboy magazines,
& Jon Bon Jovi, you’ll be good.

 

 

 

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