All has opened as far as it can today.
A 357 magnum Champaign bottle
brings down a wild boar – clean kill.
Giddiness is inherently fizzy,
dizzy possibly even deadly
we have machines to monitor
how open a person can get
and still live on with those
ever expanding vesicles.
inside them.
Returning to the ‘opening’ theme
the very air has blossomed,
blown itself up and outwards,
and I wonder how far the sky
or an effervescent atom can open
before shooting off
into the heart of a passerby
and if she or he survives
will he or she continue to open
the way a starfish might
in a fluorescent splash of moonlight?
Yet all openings must fray at their edges,
rims and verges fragment,
the circumference cannot hold,
hollow points expand
into multiple exclamation marks,
but when we have opened,
when we have opened all we can
does the wilting then begin
or is there a gun
of a much higher caliber
for us to be fired from?
Categories:
vesicles, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The phospholipid membrane
has a rhythm to it;
integral proteins interrupt,
but vesicles slide through it.
It's fluid, wavy, effortless;
Ziploc can't compare
to technology in biology.
Machines don't craft with care.
Its oscillating phosphorus
and swaying lipid tails
put on a micro-spectacle
for those minds that flail.
The beat of homeostasis,
kept constant by diffusion,
depends upon the bilayer,
which is a clear illusion.
Categories:
vesicles, high school, imagery, science,
Form: Rhyme
First breath, deep
Stomach rises to the throat
Exhale, go
Down the beaten trail
Focused energy manifests
Deep in the mind’s core
Iron chains, make strides fail
Mile one, mile two, mile three
Bloody, bitter drips
Ridges on the lip
A reminder to inhale
Forest capillaries
Whip, wind, and intertwine
Eventually reaching all vesicles
Travel the path of highest energy
See not the mountainous hills
But the horizon above
Follow its beauty to knowing
Legs, arms, head, create synergy
Shackles of time weigh
On the collar of the shirt, sweat drips
Each filled with screams of pain
Falling, causing astringency
If not now, then when
Cast off the casted shackles
Your time is now.
Categories:
vesicles, freedom, growth, inspirational,
Form: Carpe Diem
As I sit here, the world tumbles along, like a tumbleweed, persistent, never ceasing, and sometimes without purpose,
At a glance, dry, thorny, a vesicles for nothing and no one, carrying forgotten destinies to the ends of the known universe ceaselessly,
But, as I sit here, I take a second look, and find not tumbleweed, nor forgotten destiny, but a monument,
A monument of past lives, accomplishments, failures, imperfection, love, harmony, war, scandal, persistence, struggle, a monument of unspoken depth, speaking of the human spirit,
Vandalized though it may be, passed by without a glance at times, but ever present, reminding us, that life happens, and that existence is a struggle,
But it persists, ceaselessly, and will last forevermore until the end of time, to the ends of the universe, unceasing, bearing the mark of humanity, and still we struggle on..
- Trey Capello
Categories:
vesicles, life, pain, universe,
Form: Free verse
THE 12 ANNO-DUODECIMALISATION PERIODS
Wintric time is now slippopherous and the slithey snowlerimon
Is experiented with the newly-arrived vernality in the air.
His triple anno-duodecimalisation period is in terminfication
Which has megaramifications and blerious implifications bare
For the floracious and faunacious spread of life-and-growthicity
The next few anno-duodecimalisation periods will encertain
The success of the seminal vesicles of herbatorial and floribundial growthity
And the ground-coveration will soon be overspread with leavy-fruitain.
Treedonry, tall and gloribundant shall castigate their shadowsmith
Across meadowfields so mertile and bloductive. Soon the triple
Anno-duodecimalisation of the pre-wintric time will proviso us with
All the beautiflic and delicioned harverted produce from our farmliple:
Making us readified for the oncoming wintric time, a periodontary
Of slippopherous and slithey snowlerimon, coldpainly beyond comparicary.
Categories:
vesicles, funnytime,
Form: Sonnet