Some months ago I posted several "found poems"; here, I merge a new one of these (1) with my own poetry (2-5)...


urge to merge


1.
The failure of muscle
to perform the last step [of glycolysis]
is a good thing, of course.
Alcohol is more toxic than lactic acid
and its presence in the cell would be
correspondingly more dangerous...
Muscle cells would have to discharge alcohol
into the blood stream
and the organism would quickly
get gloriously drunk
and then die.
--Isaac Asimov, 1962 (Life and Energy, p. 278)

2.
To that long-lost last glycolytic step,
Loss of which prevents our pickling
In our own alcohol,
I propose a toast!
And another, to muscle tissue!
And another, to... bones
For muscles to pull against
So that we can, for instance,
Lift things, thuch as... another glass!
(Did I thay "things thuch"??? Hahahaha!
I meant "things SUCH as another glath"...
Tho, here'th to... like... lactic athid...
And to, uh, to... thell di-fer-en-chee-A-shun...
And... uh, to... to the whole freaking evolution
Of multithellular freaking LIFE!!!

3.
after the party was over
i sat alone and was overcome
by the strangest urge
to merge or fuse with you
to mutually dissolve
into each other's atoms
as far past sex
as the heavens beyond earth

4.
would we could go back in time
when life was little more than slime
so i could be soup with you

5.
when we sleep
together
being ashes or dust
with you
will do






Poetry by Rob Graber
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Written on 2007-06-17 at 00:23

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katiiieanne
I really like the selections 3-5. Also how you parallelled the more than sex deal to the heavens and earth. It's just *sigh* wonderful how you put this all together. SPLENDID! >.<
2007-06-25



i enjoyed all poems, starting with Asimov's quote and ending with your no.5,...but i particularly liked the last one...maybe because of my current mood (this sounds a little like Isabelle's poem headers :D)...for me each of these creations of yours, dear Rob, has a special scent, a special "perfume": for instance, no.3 is spicy, no.4 is very VERY intimate, and so on...alltogether, i believe this is a very interesting image of how a glass of wine could easily bring out front the truth about how we feel :D. love it!
Lilly xxx
2007-06-18



Suppose we were all swimming in the same soup, way back when. When I think of it, it sounds kind of intimate.
(Though, I wonder if the Alien one might have been a crouton falling down from outer space...)
2007-06-17


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
a very clever expose of the biology of getting drunk Rob well done cleverly worded and retains the interest brilliantly rgds Mike
2007-06-17


kath
..hm, it is good it is glycosis and not alcohol that does the job making us move about ... and write poetry :)

and I really liked the verses 3-5 they were a great finale
2007-06-17


Kathy Lockhart
what a unique collaboration of self with found self or drowned self or at least a scientific collaboration with a poetic muse. This is fun.
2007-06-17