Voice
...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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Categories:
plasmid, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Birthing
...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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Categories:
plasmid, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Garbage Ghost
...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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Categories:
plasmid, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Approximately Three Plus Days Elapsed
...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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Categories:
plasmid, adventure, america, anniversary, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
The Mote
...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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Categories:
plasmid, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Mote
...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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Categories:
plasmid, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Pabulum
...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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Categories:
plasmid, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Incurable
...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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Categories:
plasmid, poetry,
Form: Blank verse