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"osmotic" poems
Hypotonic collusions Rising in osmotic lesions An eruptive soul reversion Emissions of embered logs Each lightening with a glow A youthful straw of clemency Pollinated sandals, handled Gripping the flesh in vessels Houses of lost and unreal dreams Vicarage gardens of suppression Masticated in delegated abstractions A surmise of death and redistributions Each a beat rise, slide on frosty ice Un-enveloped in seasons of erosion Delusional commotions sprawled In the dance of the ecstatic programming The body waved and led in hypnosis ********** with the intangible essence To make sense a revised tense,I fence Straying in lenient lunacy to fields afar A merry to ferry the phoenix dance Rattles shaking in transit translations Drums pause settling in finesse pond A coitus of dimensional valour and vice
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
Hypnotic Trances
I'm here. These texts these sacred carnivorous words this verbal membrane (read carefully I summon you read twice!) : curtain meninx electroshock therapy blanket straitjacket bed-sheet ***** placenta I praise this osmotic verbal membrane I give you I get undressed I curse myself Ah! my repressed whorish pathos: I give you lucidly Any poetic art is written in ink (I calmly assure in public) in fact in these mortal neurons Darkness and dust These texts these words I've picked from books and streets Only this ultimate membrane (precious like the ***** fragile like soap bubbles) still separates me from the psychic space where you've pushed me as towards the springs of the Nile from the psychic place whence I try - cautiously painfully - to pull out: my hands my paws my brain my heart What is beyond? darkness and dust What is left? a poetic art this darkness this dust these cracking neurons Marta Petreu translated by Liviu Bleoca
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
"Psychic Place II"
I'm sailing static across new surfaces— soft waves, soft gusts behind me. It is giving in. It is an osmotic tickle on my skin, a fervor that flows like water: high to low. I'm feeling mute heartbeats at the passage, feeling it must be larger than this.
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
Navigation
Day dreams are seeping By osmotic consciousness Stealing my slumber
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
insomnia
all of this     is addled all of this is tamed     behind clothed eyes... Persists a sable seascape             flotsam is cerebrum    vast a featureless osmotic cathedral   distant of all a sense deposed vault         of the heavens muggy other I am formation    the information          and I am blip within a wink Attention!    notice from the euphoria a gloss eye like obsidian    perched    alter praised pedestal    lustcheivous spire    with a height for a sky burial    limpetted with devilish bloats fractured then it actions                  lighthouse blinks ; warm claps of welcome dishonesty drum pats               of a restorative oblivion                                              escalate in the other place my bodies face                    plates a smile my body       a slack slap of meat          on a ***** clothes heap my bodies head                 the vices lapsed child back in the gourdular cavern the bloats loosen and slip down spire into the sable conducting liquid
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
lighthouse
Nurse! Nurse!! Call me the physician Adjust my bed Place me on drip-feed Call me the doctor. Sentinel! Sentinel!! Call me the cops Arrest the reckless chauffeur Hold him in custody Call me the cops. Attorney! Attorney!! Call me the lay-judge Issue out assize Charge him before the assizes Call me the magistrate. Fractured bone posted pangs of pain Fiery flaming fire from the base of an impaired anvil of marrow Across the abyssus of a bruising incidence of life, Discharging fitful fiendish fire of pains like a flue of a chimney. Crutches snobbishly granted no audience. Call me the doctor. Claws of cramps configured anthills of uneasiness. Plaster of Paris laying siege of muteness over prescient of innocent protege. Blockage of accessible membrane defied osmotic exit. Physiotherapist! Disengage this staring cast.
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
PHYSIOTERAPHIST'S STARING CAST.