When the Mountain Spoke, Suddenly I began to see Everyone as Albino Crows

 

In bathe Jacuzzi trials
sciamachy weeps god
                                into a mulligrub.

  • Heavy hello
    to the amalgamated brontide unessgick.

Crows suddenly
suppressed by the mountain yolk –
you guzzle
the wrapped conglomerate evenly –

And so I began
          to see myself chirping
                 at western chi,
          alluring murk spoke
with diligent I.Q. bunkum.

The shredded angels dial 3:00am

When the nephilim exorcised
         off a torso scribes
vibrating anole,
         it revoked vellichor’s postpone
                     quidnunc aureole ten.

Everyone abruptly aquiver compassion
          as some sequenespillum twinkling cigarette disjune.

The albino soiled voice bullwhipped this misrouting hug.

 

 

 

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The Chemical Neon Nerds Dripping like Adaptations from Infrared Spice

 

We upside down ourselves –
tantrums fugue the walking carcass rainbow,

         – Hoard etcetera
         – avenge czardas.

Chernobyl god
picks at your chemical arthritis.
Terahertz revivified
a clattering inhabitable forehead. 
Hulahoop entryway plasma,
cover me with holouency swirls.

Fantod claw
            seemingly rips palaver
from the blype deduction.

Pepto-infrared four –
             cradles the tusk nepenthes.

             Hernia handshakes
             lampooned over malt pulse
             and bootleg theine.

Meanwhile,
emperor Boar
has stolen snippets
of my neon cells.

His deliriously master plan
was ruled by the selcouth deadpan.

In any case –
your blight behoof,
exhales melange
like a spraying bioluminescent cyphgick.
Inundation rictus –
finds itself immovable
to Solomon’s checkered chess.

       – Unraveling terse
       – incense culex

Mishnah breathes the oddly O!

The anthropomorphic pyramid –
seeks adaptations
in the else-verse Merovingian spice.

       – UV whiskers high
                    on calque quantum.
  – Illumin-nerds suture stochastic dripping
              from the codeless avaunt.

 

 

 

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An Inter-Galactic Conversation set in outer Space

 

C: Spock’s revelation appeared before
implanting smoke inside your pocket brain

N: Spock couldn’t have revealed anything my already heated brain couldn’t handle

C: I once took a giant sneeze on milky way,
found out later it was a political toilet seat

N: Oh the bliss of ignorance! Defying submergence in the inter-galactic yellow pit

C: The mountains unzip it’s cleavage, this must be an episode
of Twin Peaks
N: The awkward moves of the beholder, oh it must be David Lynch

C: Let’s not forget Leprechaun in the hood, it was a pain in my chair

N: Zombie Fly Girls under a spell, clover joints and femme fatale?

C: If Poetry developed an aneurysm, I’d call it abstractionism

N: If Poetry deserved an aneurysm, I’d call it poe-gasm

C: The Antichrist just dipped himself in a hot jacuzzi
singing lyrics to Spice girls

N: Two MELted, Ginger was caught in the rain, Posh got balled and the poor baby couldn’t understand why it took so long

C: I think what took so long was listening to Prince – When Doves Cry

N: Yet no respite for the man who couldn’t be moved

C: Drinking a can of Bud light makes Jesus
look like an astronaut hobo republican

N: Be careful, the Democrats are not liberal with hygiene

C: Of course if Napoleon had a time machine,
he would name it “Dolce Gabbana”

N: Hitler would have his Bone-apart

C: Not unless Mozart committed T-Bone steak conspiracy espionage

N: But didn’t you know Mozart was hypnotized by Mata Hari via a time machine? And THIS was Spock’s revelation that appeared before the smoke was implanted inside your pocket skin

 

A flash back of when Nandita and I, collaborated on this creative & trippy poem set in outer space. I had an honor and privilege to have worked on this poem together.

Please visit Nandita’s page and follow her work. She’s a master of her craft in the poetic sphere.

https://nanditayata.wordpress.com/

 

 

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A Mysticless Spade near Regurgitating Curls

 

Coleopteron turning bliss bonce,
leakage elbow-scotch drank
from the kobold eucalyptus;
Mothoid ferris sonnets
sack the beaming torch otalgia mysticless.

Exclamation sync screech previse,
                     phlegm’s near regurgitating kidney Coltrane.

Their puss swelling technoir gasconade…

Gnathic pinguid lollygag,
                     hurricanes the bulge leg orectic.

Rush snot latuda, algorithmic tellurian –
a graffiti groat
forged curls megalomaniac 36.

                   Spade wheel goblin coprolalia, cascade empasm.
Exequy annotation, haruspex sucks the blood.

 

 

 

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Above the Insects Who Peel the Sirens Odor

 

Squeal monotones
heed without above.

Silkworm adults quickly
translucent in 3D proventriculus,

Open yourself thoroughly.
My head navigates
through the insect series.
What tarn decayed
this willful hiccup?

Hemolymph oars
alarm the kodacolor.
Melpomene odor
snellens in Paleozoic,

Breathe…the Ohmolick sprites.

Armscye lunula,
balladry of hyssop –
spread loathe onto
eschaton martyrdom.

Holotech pounding,
peel the tinnitus.
Cenozoic sirens
theatric all asleep,
chide puns
shineless darkle –
my unbelievable costume
crucified near the perplex belaud.

 

 

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The Snowman Sliced His Throat and Bled out ABC’s

 

Theremin hands,
de-extinct the anthropomorphic priest –
It bled out ABC’s profusely
for the R.I. clips.

Carolingian skin
writes its initials
in the snowman’s throat.
Sliced & diced
smoky thick substance
parades the death popularity day.

Panaceas impinge!
Synthetic shhh!

Exsanguinate!
Isolate!

Low-life meal bones
digraph of 2’s & Chaldean.

You synonymously
verse yourself
gleamed
unpieced
& hypovolemic.

Mr. Golden Cohen
what bait scone do the nadir expel?
Cinquain horses
& the greeting remark events.

 

 

 

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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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