An Artificial Transfusion

The blood that flows beneath our skin Is turned red by haemoglobin, Which binds with oxygen in part, Transferring life from lungs to heart.   Donated from unknowns or kin, The blood that flows beneath our skin Is needed, but when this runs out What will we use to quench …

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Translucent Vessels

Vessels Running beneath my skin – Like the network Of a tightly-knit Urban sprawl. All closely ravelled together – A well-trod map to my Heart. But too complex to build Or print. Our greatest Artificial cartographers cannot reconstruct The interlacing web of hidden alleyways And ginnels lurking beneath the surface. So …

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A Piscine Problem

Urea, that’s contained in wee, Plus chlorine gives us DBP; This makes our eyes stream like a fool, Please do not piss into the pool.   Deciding how much pee is there, Can be quite a complex affair; What’s needed is a special tool, Please do not piss into the …

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Self-Medicated Memories

You sit there, gently trembling in your cage – The tones ring out; the floor begins to hum. The sudden shock of pain you cannot gauge; Your body’s limp and everything feels numb.   The tones ring out; the floor begins to hum; Frozen in place because of abject fear, …

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A Synthetic Thread

The gossamer of human life Sways gently in a passing breeze. A whisper on a callous knife – The gossamer of human life. You take away the sting of strife, With artificial growth to please. The gossamer of human life Sways gently in a passing breeze. This is a Triolet, …

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The Heart of the Storm

Katrina gave her rage and wrath, Spat out a city frail and blind; Those who survived were shown no path, And broken hearts were left behind.   The second line of pain arrived, As gloom and sorrow now combined; Not everything could be revived, And broken hearts were left behind. …

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Artificial Pain

When something that once was has gone, It lingers in a phantom land; You find the strength to carry on, Then close your eyes and feel your hand.   It lingers in a phantom land, With memories left in your brain; Then close your eyes and feel your hand, You …

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Sweet Learning

Poor learners really aren’t to blame, They cannot switch what’s in their brain; The hippocampus is at fault, For making their connections halt.   It’s proteins that we must disdain, Poor learners really aren’t to blame; C-R-E-B and GABRA5, Determine if recall can thrive.   If one is high and …

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The Harmful Enclosure of Many Lands

If your soul hurts, this is what you must do: Look out upon the spilt blood of the land, The necklace of the Earth, its sapphire hue, A homestead of the prow, encased in sand. Then build your house next to these spaces blue, Away from parks and where mankind …

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