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the visible spectrum

June 2, 2016 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on the visible spectrum

puzzle_red
 
He sports ink.

*for all he’s not tattooed*

and looks best

in read.
 
–so good

black grows phat on characters

(like him)

green envies his sleeves,

blue changes mind in

breathless contradiction, and

white lies

(if it mussed) but

as for lilac

–b*tch, please!

while

yell’owy

or anger

hues

are unsuited, 2,

despite warm tone, and sunny disposition—

know.

Read is his color

…

and so much so

it reinvents

the primary

–whether

showy or muted but

never past tell,

you just have to

use

I’s to C

it showcases

his best points

–inside and out–

and

taupe

to

toe

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Faerie Baring

June 1, 2016 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Faerie Baring

CharronA Modern Day Faerie

posts mantras.

(so good-so good-so good)

always in 3’s and

discovered in ransom notes, she

texts

and emails them, too,

streaming lines pact with

simple Magi

–symbolic imagery

and imaginary symbolism

tra-la-la-la-la

(is it, though?)

unable to hear

until you sing, and only then

when playing musical shares

–telepathy, genetic tinnitus, and

noisy color

running interference, also.

 

 

this generation Now Faerie has exactly

twice as much energy as you do

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-

(bra’)

absorbing yours

like a sponge the instant iContact is made.

an autonomic throwback predating fight or flight and

Hazardous in House of Mirrors

since reflected eyes enable bounce back

and trips through Trompe l’oeil

(sync wholes, too)

require dimensions of dynamic

a Faerie is ill-equipped to lend out.

 

 

A Modern Day Faerie has crystal vision

tra-la-la—you knew that already.

similar to Google Glass minus headwear,

water ware without reed,

and try-focal in all emotional planes,

she brightens and enlightens

though the range this affords

is beyond the visible spectrum

–and some may posit below–

but a Modern Day Faerie doesn’t see it that way

tra-la-la-la-la

dwelling in sepia landscape

of nuanced taupe that where

a Faerie comes from?

Is precious or.

brilliant bronze,

conspicuous copper and

glowiest gold,

with just a little

>tarnished tin<

(for trim)

tossed in,

repair for Oz stragglers known to

drop over—

–now and again.

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3 Digit Minimum

May 23, 2016 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on 3 Digit Minimum

She descended the

pent house

by stare…

revolving stare,

though the elevator definitely hit the top floor–

Pit stopping in

Push-me

Pullman kitchen

for the best blade

(in the drawer, but settled for church key)

to whittle Lorna Doones—

dreamin’ of Poe, because hey!

(close enough)

the maiden was one sharp cookie—

Packing

heat

and party subs

(less yellow, and brash was the vessel)

for intended

Pick Nick

–long on sandwiches

checked cloth,

and trouser pockets stuffed with

cheat sheets

(crib notes in change)

on account’a—woah!

that fella wore him some smart-ass pants

–pretty much exclusively

trip-trip-tripping

to North

via South

(at rush hour)

since—seriously.

They lacked common sense.

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Sun Day in and Day out

May 8, 2016 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Sun Day in and Day out

chainOnce upon a

time out

through the one

door slamming into

open

windows to the soul

man

o’war

games people play
 

dead

to

chainrights grievous

wrong way to

go down for the

count prose and

cons—

truck.

…

Keep on truckin’

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Ashes, ashes, vol#1

May 5, 2016 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Ashes, ashes, vol#1

flowers_with_butterfly
 
if you don’t have a pocketful of poesie

in this day and age

you’re liable to get sick
 
 

–and not sick-sik–

(sic)

since sick’s the new bad,

which was the old bitchin’,

that took over for boss,

upstagin’ cool,

kickin’ groovy curb-side,

which wasn’t a rut thing, but meant something was the bees knees, and we all know how cool bumble bursae are…

right?

since posies

scent

aren’t love letters

right

but

meant to prevent plague inspiration all along, and face it—plague isn’t all that inspiring but if you do—

you do

–breathe in that fetid foul, it’s your fault for not learning how to rhyme,

or at the very least

fanning flowers

at the fevered.

 

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Off the Wall (like Humpty Dumpty–but different!)

April 30, 2016 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Off the Wall (like Humpty Dumpty–but different!)

warhol

if Warhol were to paint today

he’d render Ramen noodles

since Asia Tops

the creamed egg drop

and all that’s factory utile

 

he’d print a screen

of fb stream

and sequence all these freezes

as we already

ponder heady

nuances of pizza

 

he’d call it art

(before the fart)

and we’d think he’s the sh*t

he’d justify

our lust for flies

in soup a little bit.

 

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Even Odds

April 30, 2016 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Even Odds

Odds
 
The world is black & white

–it is!

ask any Munchkin

(laying mortar)

the everyday  is

as Canned as

soup

–not the kind made interesting
 
 
by War Halls,

which face it—are

the interpretation of the

interpreted Bean

(a souped up platform)

–nor the fowl kind

made soul-warming

with canned

noodles, and

glutton-free, too

–nor the kind wrapped around

an onion

(itself wrapped around itself)

excepting the French

since that’s so

du jour

of the (every) day sounds more elegant au Francais!

–that ought’a be in Brackets–

as black & white

as the

read rows of this poesie,

(is everyday)

and if you can’t see what I’m getting at,

I’ll make it plane.

A plain is another route out of

Odds…

witch color green

is a poor choice for skyscrapers

–and the little dog, too–

since black & white suits a horizon,

silhouettes in grey.

 

 

 

 

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