Long Spasm Poems

I used to slit my arms open like I was peeling fruit—careful, slow, watching the skin give way like wet paper. The box cutter blade was dull, sticky from God knows what—maybe dried glue, maybe...

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Renee Vivien Translations


Song
by Renée Vivien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

When the moon weeps,
illuminating flowers on the graves of the faithful,
my memories creep
back to you, wrapped in flightless wings.

It's getting late; soon we will sleep
(your eyes...

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Hiccups 

An involuntary spasm 
of the diaphragm 
and respiratory organs, 
with a sudden closure 
of the glottis 
and a characteristic 
sound like that of a cough.

Rather mundane topic 
lest one cursed 
with said minor inconvenience
that...

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Some days seems like some nights, A continuous battle, with an innumerable amount of fights. Endless hours pass, the night moon fades to the light of mourning, Tired as , yet when I go to...

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HOPE BY N3
Slashed at the throat a blow aimed not at the esophagus but at the vocal cords
Paralyzed by something worst than fear,
Speech grows limp even as silent screams are constrained by shame’s chord.
Tethered like...

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A Sexy Salacious Steam
                               ...

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Voice of a doctor 
For Justice  



A doctor,
I am and was 
my father’s dear daughter,
pearl of mother’s eyes
my brother’s very heart,
not meant for 
such severe torture
or heinous manslaughter,
I lie wasted;

Of years of those buiguels...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to my fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly...

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where narcissistic assumptions are presumed
to be a priori and default perfect
in so far as we estimate ourselves
in the slightest vaguest
single point mirror ghost called I
this is the grand knock me down delusion
when we are a...

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What makes my son special? Let me highlight his qualities…
since his milestones are  my accomplishment-trophies.  
He recently received his “Most Generous” and “Most Well-Groomed” awards; 
and he is now busy, learning with fun,...

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what happens in sleep,
stays in sleep, no?

you hope. 

you do your best to 
forget the places that 
you’ve been & the 
people with whom you
have done despicable 
things.

you tiptoe through the
tulips, boundless & naked
sniffing, snorting,...

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Indeed, there are three sides to every story
multi-faceted, alerting us against fake news-misery
thus, wisdom is needed to unravel twists and mystery
along circumspection toward seeking truth's victory!

Here am I presenting a story
along my role in child-rearing...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid...

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Hot as hell, emotions fire the flames, 
Nervous about meeting doctors, nurses, 
Curtain separates them from congregation,
The veil is not torn in two, but steamy adulation, 
Courts their friendship sessions to distance, 
Bible fanatic from...

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I lean down over
    the squirming corpse to be
and remove
        a chunk
            of fatty...

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Force.
Two, 
They are two
Heavy and strong 
On my top.
Their hands covering my mouth
I can't even
Scream, STOP.
Numb,
My body 
Is numb.
Legs,
Shaking.
Shaking because of 
The Unpleasant orgasm.
The abdomen is paining,
I feel the spasm.
I've lost power.
I am defunct.
Enervated.
And, helpless.
Lying,...

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As little child walked in the field of flowers,
  Picking and smelling them as she grows,
  The pervading air fragrance of Guava
  The majestic mellow Mangoes too in wet season,
  The...

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Is war coming? Are we headed for another crazy cataclysm?
My sons, draft age. Only now can I appreciate the pain
so sharp it drains the color from one's eyes, your reason
for living gone in a spasm...

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Amidst distractions
     he’s simply focused
          minding his business
              ...

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I have no intuition, I hope you don’t either.
I mark down the strength of these rings

On my weak fingers
to make me stronger.

The glowing blue gem 
Makes me powerful again

And again, I want to die. 
It’s...

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     my angel, fallen ...

            gossamer linen, violet lace
           ...

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Written: September 06, 2023
I dream poetry                             ...

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I am ...

I am the black shine of a dead stare
      I am the reticent pallor of the moon's caste
         and the...

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* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *

            ~

my Angel, fallen ...

 ...

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I like the smell of leaded petrol,
pure, unadulterated,
the destructive euphoria of which intoxicates me
innocently unaware that it has forsaken me;
before I could realize that
olfaction influences gustation
and addiction is not a hoax,
I had become a car
that...

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