Short Amniotic Poems

hunger gnaws haplessly
harvestless, stark, earthen womb
sparse amniotic fluid
vacant calcified corpses
emphysemic ether blooms...

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Hyperbolic

Parabolic

Symbiotic

Life

In the amniotic

Catatonic

Platonic

Life

In the mnemonic

Esoteric

Symphonic

Rhythmic

Life....

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in 
her waiting room
we wait

in amniotic air we incubate
and emerge with a surge
in a birthful purge

one month 
after 
eight




(April 9 2016)...

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It kissed your lips 
Rubbed your back
Your desire reflected
By shared dreams in a watery
Amniotic fluid world
A mass of cells
With developing heart
Blood flowing in vessels, 
But eyes closed, blind to your needs
Poor you
You’ve fallen in love with an embryo...

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Between want and desire
few crumbs of words
will not satisfy.

Facts and perception
build a latticed smile
between tears.

Discreetly life catches
a miasm, a fault
to commit suicide.

When will the exile end,
of hope, a holy womb?
The stink was rising.

Amnesty for amniotic fluid,
fetus was dead
Godmother was crying.


SATISH VERMA...

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i like the way a dog/cat
licks my lips

i like the way 
nobody admits to it

the whole time
everyone grab tits

amniotic
a need for milk
 
and spinning
through it

i cleave to breasts like a
milk farmer
to profits

but i need it more
now that 
it has completely 
split

leaving me 
leaving you

and i'm selling
my wits...

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Between want and desire
few crumbs of words
will not satisfy.

Facts and perception
build a latticed smile
between tears.

Discreetly life catches
a miasm, a fault
to commit suicide.

When will the exile end,
of hope, a holy womb?
The stink was rising.

Amnesty for amniotic fluid,
fetus was dead
Godmother was crying.


SATISH VERMA...

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The lake is black, high country water,
ocular.

Beneath the surface, a species
reflected in an amniotic sky.

There are three here,
three progenitors
searching for the lost children
of mankind: -

water, sky and
that which watches.

Three wombs that wait expectantly.

The water stirs,
something born too deep
wants to emerge.

Let it!...

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Flow the water mercurial, 
lapping foreign shores; 
in amniotic heaven, 
endlessly explores. 
Ripples ever growing, 
spread in rainbow light, 
expanding and refracting, 
filtered clear and bright. 
Connected to the babble 
of the whispering water's voice; 
plugged into the gentle 
rushing symphony of noise. 
Flow maternal tears, 
streamed past lips upturned in smile; 
pools and leas and waterfalls 
for mile on mile on mile......

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Morning

When you wake up each morning a 
great start of 
the day is a 
glass of 
amniotic fluid originating from 
the womb of a 
woman with a 
baby or 
babies inside her so 
you can diagnose the likely abnormalities in the 
foetus before they can be 
abnormal. Possible side effects: part or 
total memory loss, instant employment in 
the public sector, parking tickets will 
follow you around, stalk you, and 
you’re voice box may turn to 
static mode.
...

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Every writer's work
a soulful surgery

we draw from mysterious
substance, submerged man's core
in fluids indefinable – amniotic sea of source
buoyant, yet only mistily determinable, unknown
were it not for subtle leaking

sort of a chill, in search of its draft

a stutter, keeping its voice from 
apparent reason

how can I truly love 
my God! my Christ!
when trapped on a page
with a pen pressured down
mostly always printing in 
favor of 
self-serving 
human treason...

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