"enzymes" poems
Sometimes I wake up to
spatial tension
and awkward sting,
where there are fractions of
unwanted proteins and
dripping enzymes.
Sometimes I wake up to
obsidian corpuscles
of unknown origin
and encounters with
sentiment-shakers,
dream-eaters,
and rafter-rattlers.
Sometimes it is as simple as
dripping beige,
intangible amber,
and cold, cold, blue.
Sometimes I wake up
to nothing, too.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
Somehow your heart enzymes inveigled a way into my system
I surmise it was your energising tongue which smuggled them in
my pseudoanaphylactic longing to snuggle in vein against your protein
its aim a happy interaction tugged by frenzied polypeptide chains
when your petite triglycerides coil avidly around my pH changes
hydrolysis replenishes steroids to stop any pleasure level plunge
so that functional-group transfers may intervene at all active sites
supervising where coenzymes await love's coursing stem cell sights
that photosynthesise my eyes to sensitise to you despite the dark
dancing in all my living cells with infectious smiles an epidemic
when your DNA can't polymerase enough of the audacious lipids
pleasing as they kiss the density away of fatty acids on soft lips
that release protease inhibitors in ways not too selective
so our hearts find their metabolic pathway audaciously live
and offer themselves completely to a frolic in love reactive
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
Donuts, o donuts,
Wheat Flour Enriched
Soybean,
Palm and Cottonseed Oil Hydrogenated
Vegetable Oil Partially Hydrogenated
Cocoa Processed with Alkali,
Sodium Acid Pyrophosphate
Sodium Aluminum Phosphate
Aluminum Sulfate
Salt, Dextrose, Soy Lecithin,
Guar Gum, Cellulose Gum, Tapioca Dextrin,
Corn Dextrins, Mono Diglycerides,
Citric Acid, Enzymes,
Natural & Artificial colors & flavors
Sorbic Acid and Sodium Propionate
and Potassium Sorbate
To Retain Freshness:
Eat 'em up yum.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 2:08 PM UTC
you're that biological catalyst that alters, speeds up (our) reactions.
with you, the fastened heartbeats, the holding of hands, the chaste kisses--
they all sped up.
with a snap, you've gotten me,
all feverish affections strong and thick.
you've got me, got me!
i am that substrate bound,
bound to your tantalizing active site.
what possessed me to persist staying there,
i'll never find out.
but i forgot, you're an enzyme,
and enzymes never change its form
when they've altered its substrate.
and silly as i was,
pitiful little substrate,
reduced to that of a broken form,
in just a snap, snap!
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
Enzymes directing life force through biochemical processes - nutrients from bountiful soil fusing metabolic, synchronic pulsations and creating existential tonic
Developing a constellation of ideas; a symphony of fresh and innovative designs oscillating between various meditative and educative representations at increasingly high, metaphysical levels of vibration.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
In biology today,
We learned that a lysosome
Digests old wornout organelles,
And once it becomes too full,
It will burst,
And its digestive enzymes
Will destroy the cell.
I wonder if the heart will do the same,
Take in
all the lonelys,
all the misfits,
all the hurting,
Take it all in,
Until it bursts and destroys you.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
Oh, Lac Operon, gene cluster great, you code for enzymes three,
but only if Lactose in the cell arrives to set you free.
Lac Z, Lac A, Lac Y: these genes would be expressed
yet a crafty protein from gene I keeps you so repressed.
Binding to the Operator, I’s Repressor keeps you capped.
Do not despair—Lactose saves you from this cruel Repressor trap,
for Lactose turns the Repressor off, giving you the space
to make galactosidase, transacetylase, and lactose permease.
Then Polymerase binds the Promoter, and the Lac genes have their day.
yet alas! They break down Lactose, taking your savior away.
When Lactose is gone, the Repressor binds and causes you to freeze,
so Operon, to live again, you must find more milk and cheese.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
Nearing great compost pile,
that steamy heap,
insatiable hunger hits guts.
And I know fortitude for journey
is contained in wealth of
centipedes, predatory mites,
rove beetles, ants,
nematodes, protozoa,
and **** of wriggly worms.
Virgil waits for me, as he did Dante.
He takes form of a sowbug,
but with whole of worldly wisdom.
Shows me circles to which I will fall:
organic residues,
primary consumers,
secondary consumers
and further tertiary consumers.
An ancient pyramid decompositional
processes the scaling down
before the rising up. Each eating
excrement of another before them.
One I become with slugs and snails.
Invertebrates shred meat from bone.
Flies make airborne my bacteria,
carrying me off to feed birth of
future fungi.
I am reborn over and over.
Never more have I known
anything more Godly.
Intestinal juices of earth, enzymes
and other fermentation
taking me down,
pushing me out,
transforming trash of my existence
back to Eden.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
Enzymes
eating fat stains
they're
land mines.
The tools of
macromolecules astound me
they're all
around me
if they ever found me
I'd be cleaned away.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
Busy,
no time to think, just work, progress, complete.
No room for thought.
So stop,
just think about what you're doing
not what you're doing
but what you're REALLY doing.
Don't you realize?
Wonder a moment,
how you work, how you speak, how you eat.
How does it work? DNA, it codes for proteins
it makes enzymes, that aid in reactions
that make you move, speak, think
You didn't even realize.
Amazing,
that's what we are. The potential in us is
ASTOUNDING
we are powered by tiny cells, with tinier things going on
but it's so small, we often forget how big it really is.
Cool eh?
Busy?
so stop, and just wonder a moment.
Isn't it amazing when you think about it?
The way you work, the way you move?
Now get busy.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
A deluge of earthly sins,
A waterspout on green leaves,
A hurricane among lull seas,
An equanimity of autumnal eves.
A dilated tale of mundane me.
A million abstruse blocks of C of Co²
A walker among you and me.
A wanderer lost in blue.
Attired by crimson lust of artistry.
A masquerade brew of red wine and dark coffee,
A stark blithe of sanguine comatose,
All drunk and clinging to the thin threads of this unstaged life,
All murdered by the sinical overdose.
The seascape choirs of ocean waves,
Embracing the narcoleptic yellow shorelines,
And evanescent castles
And sail headwind with a mystical concubine.
The iced conundrums of this lost forsaken echoes of winter breeze,
The insanity measured in ones & zeroes,
We're the kings of this deadbeat time,
And praised victories of unsung heroes.
The wanderlust sailors drank the skies,
In mixed cocktails,
And thy heavens sang to this night,
As a melodic madness of wild gales.
Her pale white body declares some love due,
As our lips bled rapture,
And rose a melodramatic cue,
Like words of a closing chapter.
Charged with the flow of adrenal enzymes,
A surrogate from affinity to serendipity,
For in flashback of these forlorn events,
I write this epiphany.
And though these letters are on fire,
And bestowed the bullets over armored heart,
For life exists in the heartache symphonies,
Like a stratagem cliché of painted art.
Call your unfurled knots of wrecked sanity.
A wildfire has gone wild within,
The eloquence thirst of your red lips,
Inked the words of love on this skin.
An audacious lover of seafaring,
Beside the starry onset of a beautiful dawn,
A tide of marvelous mystery,
Whose side are you on?
Its all fiction served with tea,
And through warm sips of this worthy minute,
Change is tempted to render seeds,
That swam through wind, till it escapes and wanders the infinite.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
Pyrophosphite/Pyrophosphate
Souces of energy, since the beginning of time
chemical processors of matter within
that God did make these, is no mystery of mine
the maker of all things, and that includes sin
all living beings require energy transported
from a tiny bacteria, to a complex human
enzymes with chemical energy reported
how this all happpens, I have no clue man
Pyrophosphate is a simple molecule, an early precursor
consumed by the mystery of organic matter
but there is something more simple, a complex rehearser
taken away the theories of the dreams they now scatter
Pyrophosphite is smarter, no enzymes required
hydrogen is more bountiful exploding with life
no catylyst needed, to process before tired
water molucules is husband to phosphates wife
does all of this matter, does the matter mean much
when the bottom line ascends to the top
is this too deep, am I way out of touch
science is in me, I cant make it stop
Gomer Lepoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:07 AM UTC
Time and Distance was always the recipe for disaster.
These two little words can move mountains of hate. Merely shove them aside.
They can do the same to love. Brush it off like a father will when his kids plead for him to at least look at the menu on the ice cream truck.
Love does not fade as easily as we all wish it could. As you and I wish it would.
Love is a tender flower that needs to be nurtured and be kept in a well lit, well watered garden.
Hate does not fade as easily as we all wish it could. As you and I wish it would.
Hate is a brutal **** that will grow in any garden. It will strangle love of the nutrients that so rightfully belong to it; the tender flower.
Time is a killer, a stone cold killer. It some how manages to find love and destroy it. Time is the Antichrist.
One thinks they can conquer it, when indeed, they cannot.
Distance is an enzyme. Much like the ones found in the human stomach. As everyone knows enzymes are reaction specific. They can only help in one chemical reaction, one minute, tiny reaction.
One thinks they can subdue distance, make it their friend, when indeed, they cannot.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
Detox needed, salt enzymes, mother Apple cannot purge
Somewhere under the soul is hidden
Deep heavy air, speleothem drips, blind salamanders fish
White light is in the mind, refresh, delete, refresh
Delete
Hardrive needing replaced, mother board comes on like a crippled play thing
Eve is there, canines sunk in the mother apple
Pages sunk in
Sun's of God
Has now refurbished and has now encoded for the next restructure
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
The Queen of Hearts
makes her move,
adrenaline chess
to construe.
The enzymes melt
her painted frown,
with head held high
she adjusts her crown
She remembered who
she once was,
anticipating
breathless pause.
Around the King
her fingers grasp
to set him on
the Bishop's path.
And by her hand
he meets his fate
he is no more
by her, "checkmate".
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC
*run the hands over every
tissued cell,
race the tongue upon and under every
unsealed pore
linger, tarry,
only if you must,
here, there and where
you stop only to drink
my body's must...
lid to lobe,
crevice to mound,
uncover the obvious,
reveal the infinitesimal,
finite the desire,
end at the beginning,
fire up the cool hearth,
emblazon the shields ofordinary,
exit and enter
simultaneously
refill the apertures
with~not~my
peptones, enzymes, amino acids,
replenish my
well
then drain
well
the abscesses and repair
the wearable wounds ,
reminder remains
of prior contests,
won and lost
make me better
than well
know before,
realize afterwards
that ceasing,
never and always,
is an always never*
for this route
forever changing,
for your hands and tongue
redraw me
every time
they run the course
every time,
ever and when you
exit and enter
always and ever
simultaneous,
the course of
my flesh
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
And like LSD in the spine,
small parts of you will sleep forever
in the back of my bones,
in my little ligaments,
my feral fluids.
Because you are such an ambrosial mix of chemicals
floating along side this vessel in space
and I'd enjoy it ever so much
if you melted and overtook me with your enzymes
so that
we
could be
one.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC
Some last spams
from those muscles
I haven't used in a while,
makes me feel alive.
My heart,
naive,
believes it can still love
like it used to.
It is just that ****
muscle memory.
Your words hit me.
Hurt me.
But no longer
pierce me.
Short range
now they are.
My denatured enzymes,
possessed by salt,
just want to drown.
Anything that stops
the aftershocks in my body
that follow the earthquake
our love once was.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
I confabulate with thee,
Your words cut me so deep,
Leaving scars beneath the holes piercing in my heart,
Your voice so unreachable,
I try to connect with you,
But the feelings of complete and utter love, far gone.
Uncontrollable urges dwelling inside me,
My mouth so dry, out of words,
Trying to communicate in terms of getting thee,
Tranquility far from being found,
Loneliness scares me,
Your presence though, takes my breath away and calms me down,
My weak heart,
Wilts without you,
Defoliating internally and breaking me,
My nervous system,
Secreting enzymes from the pituitary gland,
Enzymes of hopelessness and heart break,
It feels like an ocean without water,
Incomplete and dry,
Waiting to fulfill that thirst of love,
A day without you,
Feels like an era passed,
Changing my surrounding and you on the way,
Devastated I am,
Deprived of that charismatic love we once shared,
Now bond-less, like oxygen being separated from hydrogen,
With ever drop of blood that falls,
Draining all my veins and arteries,
I can swear, I will always love you till the day my heart stops beating.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
Show me your elements, your mixtures, your
Adorable complex surface, Let me
Dive within and soak in your enzymes,
With my only effort being to reach, to
Stretch, to get that most unattainable inner flame
Within, to grasp it and burn myself.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
When I was younger they told me I was always
full of heat even when I swam in the sea and danced in the puddles,
I could be feral and free because I was always 37 degrees.
They marvelled at me.
How things change, swathed in blankets. I am always freezing.
I produce just enough body heat not to denature enzymes,
I am only warm with someone beside me, so dependant
that I need you not just for my dreams, my skin craves your heat.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
enriched macaroni product
(wheat flour, glyceryl, mono
stearate, niacin, ferrous sulfate
(iron),
thiamin mononitrate (vitamin b1)
riboflavin vitamin b2 folic acid)
cheese sauce mix (whey, malto
dextrin, corn syrup solids salt palm
oil modified food starch milk
fat milk protein concentrate con
tains less than 2% of tomatoes*
milk mediumchaintriglycerides sodium
tripolyphosphatecream citricacidsodiumphosphatelacticacid naturalflavour** onions*** tricalciumphosphatepartiallyhydrog
enatedsoybeanandcottonseedoil guargum monosodiumglutamate garlic****yellow5yellow6spicemalicacid enzymes disodiumguanylatedisodiuminosinate artificialflavour cheeseculturemodifiedfoodstarchmaltodextrinpotassiumchlorideacetylatedmonoglyceridessaltmediumchaintriglyceridesapocarotenal(colour)contains;
wheat
milk
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
We synthesized tomorrow; -since.
Enzymes bore more than-
Colour to bone; --though.
It wasn't the sound
Of nothing that betrayed-
Marble-ebbing-into-waves.
A lisp could quaver,
Sight; we only heard
Centipede-segments-sometimes; with-
One leg too many.
They caressed magic from
Moon-vivid illusions; and
As whispers wrangled senses,
We found the ground-
This wraith became me.
In distance; I stole.
Attention, yet before that.
We electrified paper once.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
There is a dead rabbit in my garden
This isn’t a metaphor
There is a dead rabbit in my garden
I put it there myself,
I didn’t do the killing, just the commandeering
I rode past it on my bike in September
There was frost on the ground
And in its fur
Matted from the performance of death
On my ride home the world had melted
But rigor had set in like ice
I scooped up the morsel in a Subway bag
I watched for months
As the body decomposed through chemistry
Rather than biology
Enzymes were at work, not insects
The bunny still rests beneath clover
But it is a black cave now
With walls made of bone
With the sun came scavengers
Though only a thin layer of meat remains
Just enough for the fur to cling to
There are flies
So full
They walk
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 2:13 AM UTC
The light burns and my eyes shrivel up in their socket.
They roll back into my head and I sigh.
I look around in there.
I ogle at my insides.
So many colors.
Red, pink, blue, white all intertwined in a thick mesh,
like an american flag ripped up and sown back up in a strange arrangement.
I see the nerve endings shock, a movement ripples through me.
I look around with awe and see my heart slowly pumping.
BABOOM BABOOM BABOOM BABOOM!
I see my stomach churning, burning, dissolving.
I hone in and see the enzymes flutter with haste.
I zoom out.
I look at my brain shrivelled and worn, dying.
I really need to rest it.
My eyes roll forward and the light fries them some more.
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 10:19 AM UTC