Obsidian Eagle's Blasphemous Bazaar - avant-garde poetics, indie publishing, nom-de-plume

Obsidian Eagle's

Blasphemous Bazaar

META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010



There's an ubiquitous windbag
That flaps his flaccid gums constantly
Yet says nothing of any consequence.

He'll slurp clean whatever smear
Stains the moist underbelly
Of outlying nether regions.

Such a butt-munch 
Pulls each punch
Preferring to gurgle lumpy lyonnaise.

Even when sorrowful
He has heehawed

While colossal seesaws
Lumbered noisily
Against a fancy backdrop.

Often faux furry
He's gesticulated sentences
Amidst brackish backwaters.

Fetid phrases have been found
Teeming with crawling truisms
In the oily runoff of his utterances.

Vociferous as he is viscous
The man is deaf to his verbosity;
Which lacks both valor and value!

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