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Michael Marchese Apr 2017
Prometheus ignites to spark this
Molotov to make his Marxist
On swine Fuhrer's Faux News tweet
Hashtag it #GorbachevWallStreet
'Cuz Putin's puppet Pinochet's
Whipped Creme de Kremlin's CIA  
From JFK to Allende
Like Russian roulette ricochet
I'll Trotsky through McCarthy's brains
Leave slain these ****** sugar Keynes   
Discred' the Fed’s six-figureheads
With strikes at dawn more red than Debs  
Still breakin' breads with Mulan Bouges
Makin' men of Khmer Stooges
Seein’ Rouge when Al Spans Greens
Potemkin loan wolf ponzi schemes
Who count the sheep like Philippines
Then Black Pearl Harbor GRANMA’s dreams...

Of Marilyn Monroes in store
Just off-shore ****** who **** the poor
A Glass of Steagall's broken trust
Half emptier than bowls of dust
In rust beltways still spewin’ fumes
As factories become Khartoums
No carbon footprint tax the hint
Of Amazon decays in Flint
Just pop the caps and drown in debt
Like Kent State drinkin' to forget
That cuttin’ class engenders race
Leaves glory, gold and God's disgrace
To slaughter Moor than Reconquista  
From Marti to Sandinista     
With Zapata sharin’ crops  
Till my Mexica heartbeat stops

I'm Pancho infiltratin’ villas
The Magilla of guerillas
In the midst of Congolese  
Same colonies, just different thieves
To me, my breed’s of landless deeds
So how you like ‘dem Appleseeds?
FReeducatin’ caves of youth
Fed Citizen’s United Fruit
‘Cuz now my open eye of Horus
Battle cries Grito de Lares
Che is centered in these veins
So my Ashoka takes the reigns
These Iron paci-Fists pack hits
Like Jimi on some Malcolm ****
Still Hajj mirages I barrage
The Raj with sheer Cong camouflage

Deployin' Sepoys on viceroys
And pol desPots’ in the employs
Of Tweedledums who run the slums
With country clubs of loaded guns
These Betsy Deez bear arms to school
Till no kids fly kites in Kabul
So gas mask your Sharia flaw
I'll Genghis Khan Sheikoun it raw  
'Cuz refugees are rising
And we're anti-socializing
Subsidizing private party plans
Who take commands from ***** hands
These grand old klans coup klux control
Your diamond minds with mines of coal
An oil Standardized existence
Solar powers my resistance

******* sun of Liberty  
My fear itself is history  
Rewriting wrongs of Leo’s creed
In culture’s blood and vulture’s greed
An alt-right/all-white cockpile   
Stockpilin' human capital
In tricklin’ contests over spoils
Of the cotton-ceded soils
Jingos chained to Cruci-fictions
Swallowin' good Christian dictions
I spit Spanish Inquisition
Trippin' Socrates sedition
Droppin' Oppen's fission quest
For "now I am become death"
'Cuz G-bay pigs in-Fidel's sites
Flew U-2's into my last rights

These Saddamites, I smite Assad
Then spread 'em like Islamabad
Convert for-profit prison tsars
From Escobars to Bolivars 
Like currency in Venezuela
Current police-state favela
Where 9/10th's of your possession's
Worth less than your Great Depression’s
Upscale bail ‘em outs of jail
With Dodd-Frank banks too big to fail
Your FDA-approved psychosis
From Campos’ daily dose of
More defense? Here’s my two cents
These slave wages ain’t excrements
So just say no to Reaganomics    
Got us hooked, but not on phonics

Just that Noriega strain
Of Contras stackin' crack contain
Like MAD dogs who trade weapons-grades  
For Ayatollah hate tirades
On “don’t ask, don’t tell” plague ebonics
Drug crusAID Jim Crow narcotics     
Warsaw rats injected, tested,
Quarantined, and then arrested
Guess the J. Arbenz' lens
Still Tet offends their ethnic cleanse
Still Wounding Knees of Standing Sioux
Till Crazy Horses stampede you   
For Mother Nature’s common ground
My Martin Luther’s gather ‘round
Is hellbound sounds of Nero’s crown  
Let's burn this Third World Reichstag down

Vox populyin’ to remove ‘ya
Like Lumumba then Nkrumah
So some Pumbaa kleptocrat
Declares himself the next Sadat
To hide supply-side Apartheid
Increase demand for genocide
So check your factions in Uganda  
Tune into Hotel Rwanda
Come play pirates with Somalis
Then desert ‘em like Benghazis
Thirst for blood so French Algiers  
It boils mine in Trails of Tears  
My destiny unManifest-
Oppressive Adam-Smitten West
So pay your overdues to Mao
I’ll Mussolini Chairman Dow

Then flood this 9th ward Watergate
With killing fields of glyphosate
I'll redistribute IMF’s
With Left so deft you’d think it’s theft
I’ll My Lai massacre these lines
With sweet Satsuma samurhymes
I'll make these Madoff Hitlers squeal
With that Bastille New Deal cold steel
Now feel that Shining Pathos wrath
Drop Nagasaki aftermath
On Nanjing kings and dragon’s Diems
With ****** bodhisattva zens
To show you how I pledge allegiance
With razed flags still rapt in Jesus  
Laosy liars pogrom psalms
Can’t Uncle Phnom my Penh’s truth bombs

On heroes shootin' ******
My fix is un-American
Tiananmen democracies
To Syngman Rhee hypocrisies  
Theocracies drive me Hussein
With Bush league’s mass destruction claim
So I dig laissez pharaohs graves
With pyramids of Abu Ghraibs
Then nail their coffers closed like Vlad
I AM THE GHOST OF STALINGRAD
My hammer forged in winters past
My sickle reaps the shadows caste
By pantheons of penta-cons
Whose Exxons lead to autobahns
When liberal Arts of War and Peace in
Free speech teach my voice of treason
“Fascism will come to America wrapped in a flag and carrying a cross”
-Sinclair Lewis
Third Eye Candy Nov 2020
i get the hives when my mind Zens in on a brand Knew.
my Ottoman Empire is a footstool in a plush Rumor.
at rest in the best humor that genius can buy for a Yen
when the Yang is an awkward ruby.
i steal from the vaults of a common supernatural
with all the aplomb of a minnow in a mouth.
sleeping on the hillocks of a rust moon
acned with meteor kiss and fierce serenities
the width of Space between notes
in a deanument.

then poetry assumes i have something to say.
only then does it open to the introversion
of my extraverted inner Hermit.
I leap out of conch shells
on some kind of fire
that slakes a thirst.

i knit wings to eyes
and abandon every photon
to my Will.

then

I have metaphors I keep using
whenever I try to be Original-
and i meta-criticize the artifice
of my chosen pearls.
but seldom do I confess it.
the unseemly devices I am left too.
as my Id designs the Ego
of my Indomitable Heart
with the schematics
of my Lost Architect
unhumbled by my Illusions
having spun such webs
as to conquer a Fool
and his Guesses.

I eat stone wheat and the wet essence
of dry zephyrs on sea errands
to blanch dunes
to Beau Geste.
i consume the ridiculous hubris
of my epileptic Angels
and squander no opaque verse
to tadpole.


I Swim In A Yes That A No Dreamt Of

like a ferret
in a healing
scar.
Qualyxian Quest Nov 2020
There ain't no good in an evil hearted woman
And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James

But I am entranced by female beauty
And I have an obsession with the meaning of names

I'll probably die forgotten
I have very few friends

Mystery cannot be boughten
The truly mysterious never really ends

                         Zens?
Gideon den Tex Nov 2024
First notice. The Sewer-Side Bomber surfaces from his underground. The plan is there. The object waits. Scan the Terminal Station. Where's the multitude? As if a bomb just dropped. What? Am I trying to be funny? Like the guy over there. Clown promoting cuddlies. Sure toying in the wrong place.

Second notice. The Sewer-Side Bomber shuffles over to the tame side of town. The plan has changed. The object talks. Scan the Parlay-Mental Building. More City-Zens outside than inside. Camera's and guns ready for the shooting match. Carny-Falls. A quarter a shot. You hit bull's eye, your picture is taken. I'm getting funnier by the minute. Like the kid over there. Sandwich suit for some sandwich. Talking bread. What a picture.

Last notice. The Sewer-Side Bomber sneaks over to the polished perimeter. The plan is definite. The object is luck-sure-us. Get this! He walks into the Incontinental Hotel. Ah, marble floor, uniformed smiles, expensive outdoor garb, trolley cases. The Super-Ego has landed. ****, stop being funny. Like the man over there. Buffoon with a boo-quay of roses. Welcome, sir! Hey, what am I here for? Okay, farewell flower. Left hand presents the flower. Right hand chops his breast bone to splinters.

The Sewer-Side Bomber wakes up in hospital. Guy sitting at bedside. I was that funny one, he said. All three? Yep. Knew I wasn't  funny, the Sewer-Side Bomber said. Neither was I, the guy said. Funny though, I had this gutter feeling we went way back.
Johnny Noiπ Apr 2019
Aphrodite's people abroad, famous
villages and other places. Great place
to win and enjoy Dorian Zeus. We
will do Geneva and we will not spend
any year of your life. Without a doubt,
there is nothing to do. *******
will help you save money, wild rose.

The animals we love. Musica, art singer,
wave, gymnastics, poems, Bella
and Apollo as infrared servers. Quarters,
Gemini, Savannah, Artemis and Apollo;
Diana prostrate and brown. He is a runner,
bell and father of Apollo. Sports years
differ from ****** pleasure and death.
This is associated with the Soul Museum.
Deluxe House is protected at this meeting.
Benefits for the user, comments,
comments and comments. The animals
live in Penelope and Python. Higgs,
Romance and Greg's Cluster are sold
as well as weapons and a part-time artist.

Mars du Jour, with the exception of Nido
Eros Zero Achilles, his son Helmut,
Tyre, Samurai and son of Jupiter.
March was wounded and came to Homer,
to the Earth and to old Elijah. Gorilla,
Minerva, Gomorrah and the War of Wars:
the number of children who live in the past
is at most Lip meat, dog extracts and soups.
The Romans will help young people
to serve. The women's Koan Van Diana,
Diana, Dana, Versailles and Van Dexter,
Els. Diana, listen to the mediation.

Philippe 0.25 zens. The images and actors
represent the twelve ideas about living things.
Floyd and Beans Whiteson Deaths of animals,
meats and other causes Animals and cars
Frogs I: Peru. This and Athens. In ancient
Athens, at the age of 80, they were LV,
children, riddles, secrets, frauds and talents.

This position helps an empty event.
It's the same color as the zombie
and filigree enrichment. The throne
of heaven and the throne is the throne.
"Terrorism requires that the capital
and Ulysses do not appear in many
works like that of Athens ..."
Metro: it will be presented Saturday
and Sunday,                                                          ­        full of parallel dragons.
Use the lake at home to write
your work so that people do not
use the Savvy server in this area.                                                  From Laura,
time and time                                                             and a generally hot state,
slingshot, fence, knife, sword and lip.
kevin Jun 21
Disaster city chick isn't vote worth my times ink

Pork another barrel
Doldrums and Ginsberg guys
Right!

Right!
#sageerickson #sashagrey #jennahaze #parisjackson #kendalljenner #aoc #barackobama #rbreich #mayorofla #nytimes

Watch the outside set

Bbc news and the guardian are on it

are on it
#asmirwin #declanwalsh #cagovernor #latimes #washingtonpost #dailymirror #bbcnews

Yucky Mrs Hague butter

Refresh zens

Tara gendron is my tap partner

Photo aplomb radiant drool on awkward beiber underwear photo makes Hailey frown

Only Hailey we have? Comes with heeby geebies?


Comes with heeby geebies?
#asmirwin #declanwalsh #cagovernor #latimes #washingtonpost #dailymirror #bbcnews

I realize technology for morose people like bigi Jackson studios
Jon Corelis Sep 1
Frog

In this real old pond
this frog just sits there then jumps
in. Hey, you listenin’?


Mantra

Reincarnation
starts to sound weird
after you’ve said it
a whole bunch of times.


Meditation

Shave and a hair cut
two


Directions

When you see a sign
that points to itself, then you’re
on the right track.


Flake

It snows. I shovel.
It snows. I shovel. It snows.
Weisenheimer, eh?


Um ...

All that is, is one
and it’s this one right here and
it’s mine. Take a hike.


Hint

If you think I’m not
serious that only means
the joke is on you.


Really

Let your mind be filled
with the oneness of all things,
here, now. Just kidding.
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Copyright 2025 by Jon Corelis

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