"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
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
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
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
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.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
Day dreams are seeping
By osmotic consciousness
Stealing my slumber
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
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
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
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.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC