Plasmid Poems - Poems about Plasmid

...The voice is mine and yet not, I have nurtured it, both goaded, and placated it, until its tongue is as liquid as molten silver. It is not human, never was. It came to me as a stray dog would......

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...Sometimes it feels as if I am carrying it as a child in its womb. It is yet unformed, but it has searching plasmid eyes that see in the dark. It is unnamed and dispersed as threads and fra......

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...It is a plasmid wraith of thickened odors, its organs, the sticky slops of dead-end days. It hungers for discarded dregs, the dispensed with and disposed of are its haunt, scraps of yesterday......

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...Approximately three plus days elapsed... without yours truly experiencing urge to defecate Neither bloating nor constipation arose, but one nondescript anguished logophile anticipated intestina......

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...She appears nursing a child. Her body leaks into my mind on a busy street. Desire nurses the imagined into secrecy. A dark bed hides dark hungers. One small image attached to her attractive ......

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...She appears again nursing a child. Her body once leaked into my mind as we passed on a street. desires nurse children imagined into secret. One small image can speak like an adult. It ......

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...Abstracted eyes study plasmid menus. A rattle of gleams stirs coffee in a Montmartre café. A Cairo belly dancer glistens in her cocoon of sequined waves, wine glasses tinkle, while eyes speak. ......

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...He studies the dinner card, ticks off the boxes for Jell-O and fruit cups; anticipates a deliciousness that he will later swallow mechanically on a plastic spoon. He’s fascinated by his own br......

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