Short Artery Poems

Social artery.
A strong personality
sits like a blood clot....

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brave frontal assault 
main artery collapses
stiched remnants outflanked...

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Growing tensions 
bleed 
strikes and blocks 
of bitter pieces on the inside...

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like the assailant's knife 
it slices, pierces 
sometimes severs an artery 
then leaves
the most beautiful 
scar...

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A bill from the hospital that saved his life
Took it with a self-harm artery slice.

I wish money flowed free like blood....

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By placing the palm 
of your hand on the world's main 
artery you tame

its mind-storms and thus 
I become so fasten to
this very moment....

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Listen to poem:

Upon entering the dining car
on the Oriental Express Train
to the Far East,
I tried to remove the wine bottle cork
with a knife; severed an artery, and died....

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I tried my hand at a magic trick,
it was supposed to make others sick,
so while the blood was flowing
I knew I would need sewing...
Can someone stitch an artery, quick?...

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Blank verse
And blanker memories
My mind shouts
As feelings cry
Blood drains
An artery cut
The seasons flowing
  —stain never to dry

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)...

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PART 1.
Morphine intoxication

PART 2.
Coronary artery atherosclerosis, sleep apnea

28a. 
ACCIDENT

28b. 
June 8, 2008

28c. 
17:35

28d.
Ingested prescription medication

28f.
Home...

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I speak of cash crops, refined 
apothecary powders (staples really) bought to
sate, to feed the scarred artery and the
diseased mind, the lover and the slave.
I speak of madness....

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Blank verse
And blanker memories
My mind shouts
As feelings die
Blood drains
An artery is cut
Flowing with the seasons
 —stain never to dry

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)...

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My therapy is chemical,
I go for weekly sessions.
My artery is femoral.
The site of my injection.

The venom attacks 
the mitosis of my splitting cell.
Dyspepsia takes over,
like a spinning carousel....

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Last thing to hold on to
Last thing to belong to
Frayed lifeline to the temple
 —clogged artery that slows

Last thing to hold on to
Last thing to belong to
As wings expand, freedom calls
 —finally letting go

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)...

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At night-times like this
I use to put my finger on
the artery of silence
and listen to the cracks 
between words and the unspoken,
for the blood drops are its pauses
speaking in the tongue 
of slumbering stones,
keep on chanting 
a song with a beck:
"live on love, live on love."...

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Poets are real vampires.
They will sink their fangs in your carotid artery
If you don't buy their chapbooks;

Poets are  real vampires.
They will suck your fresh tomato juice
If you don't listen to their readings;

Poets are real vampires.
They will head butt you with their horns 
If you steal their poems.

Poets are.........

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a glass of wine
i drank in womb
from my mother’s artery
for ten months

by born i got that 
thousands care by heart
pure touch 
for growing up
 
my life make an inn for that
elated i’m here
O’ ELIXIR
eternal drunkard i’m

i sell the soul of hate
by dancing i buy that eternity
that is LOVE


-December 20, 2018 Chattogram...

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It starts out so small 
A single dark spot 
Ending the summer trek
Sand sticky and black

Like an artery cut open
It continues to pulse
Sludge sliding across the water
Toxins pump through the ocean

The hemmorage cannot be stopped
Using Nature against herself
Coating the fowl while drowning the fish
Snuffing the life from the sea...

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She ran up his spine,
he turned to water.

A geyser of light spurted out of an artery
of unrecognizable thoughts
that tunneled him into her.

He was being opened up;
he began to look around
see only the him/her
of everywhere.

He felt like
an empty can of Spam.

He loved Spam,
it was a cosmic kind of love
that came in many flavors....

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Shakespeare brought good to life
Human nature to find the person deep within
Every man for himself
Humans of individuality all so different
Be stronger upon now
The path of a different way lays before ourkind
Community cut; slices our artery of connection
No need to associate ourselves
In times association sourced survival
Once weak and nor wise - we die
In times it masks of false happiness...

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Under a grin, redirected, 
A sniff of grief claws
Through, revealing
A sad blue artery,
A pain 24-7.
Underscored with carefully
Emoted verbs, 
And adjectives imbedded with
Mock sincerity, 
A simple sentence: a right to be honest. 
Beneath the pulse in heartbeats encephalo
A few tearful regrets
Lob empty phrases into
A field with no guilt, washed and dried, 
And returned unlabeled....

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Black is my ink
Black my pain
Dark must be thoughts now
Dense this tress must be
Night has anyway put on
A sketch of my darker lines
How shall now I write 
A poem of my darkness amidst black night
This ink too has submerged its blood
Like my thin ink
Circulating in my  dark veins
Who shall now read this dark volume,
Shall I open my crimson artery
To pen down thy tale
And my of my vale....

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My love for her was bursting and made for tv.

She didn't miss a beat

Her heart flat lined as she thought of me.

In my carelessness I  set to hard of a pace.

Her Maker waited until I was distracted.

Thump.. Thump...

Cupid called and the race was won.

Childlike with those bloody teeth.

Tore the artery I shared with you.

Shocked and raced along.

Waiting for the defib to catch.

Thump... Thump....

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static in my brain and kick drums in my chest
equate the feeling of the constant unrest
in my wrist is a pulse beating beneath my skin
staring blankly while i contemplate the similarities
of plucking the artery or snapping a loose thread
connecting my life from death
ripping at the seams of my bitter disposition
my poor hand of cards
loosing my composure
to break for all to see
or let it consume me...

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City lights, city lights –
Look at all the city lights!
Some are red, some are blue –
Some light up a roof –
Such are our summer nights.

A therapeutic wind blows
As I dare to look below
At the freeway steadily
Moving as an artery
By the bright headlight glow.

From such a great height
In the lateness of the night –
A thrill to young hearts
The scene before us imparts.
What wondrous city lights!...

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