Abstract Michelangelo’s Rolling Ventricle

Hence by body apples muster
    into gastrointestinal adhesion –
jelly gamete enter hematoxylin,
           larvae thudding,
 michelangelo’s lipoma stirring.

I have known of
rolling eosin cerebrum –
   ringing walls,
Embryology video sprays death
around the ventricle urine division.

Capillaries tiny west –
   inherent protesting goo
and other pyre basilar,
   endoscopy epiglottis –
       spurs angel meninges.

Abstract miserere –
  from its salvage agony virtual,
pretending veins cooling send;
   was a motor-blood parathyroid.

A vulva pituitary cupola.
    Epithelial cameras
        turn a pectin
     mound stomach
into oviparous violent generation.

Her sagittal tentacles time lapse one day ago.



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40 thoughts on “Abstract Michelangelo’s Rolling Ventricle

  1. Phew. You need to explain Charles. I am clever. Much of it went over my head. Call me dense. But you have raised the bar too high. Let me take lessons from you.

    1. Thank you Yassy.

      I can’t really explain it to you. What I can tell you is this poem is based on the functions of our anatomy and how they can communicate with each other and us humans not being fully aware of their conversations. Bacteria’s in our bodies have their own code of way on living and surviving.
      That’s just a tease of what I can share in this explanation.

        1. You welcome. Also, I like to think our own organs talk to each other, and pleading to us, one why we are destroying ourselves and everything around us. Should their be a balance? Is balancing things within ourselves difficult?

          1. Yes , balancing things within ourselves is difficult. I like the thought of our organs talking to each other. After all it’s all housed in the same body.

            1. Correct. I imagine to my surprise why I wrote this poem in the first place.

              I needed to stretch more further, biologically, and within our organs.
              Our insides have secrets of their own, not even we humans outside have any knowledge of it. It’s a scary thought if you think about it in a different perspective.

  2. Oh my word, Charlie! This is bloody horrific- (in a good way) – There are so many words that made my skin crawl. I responded- I didn’t have time to respond. I reacted -even to the words I have no idea what they mean.
    This verse -captured me – It gave me the chills.
    Endocrine stomach cerebrum,
    surrounds itself by imperfectual cuboidal.
    Cloudy liver thudding,
    homologous tentacles
    spray tiny capillaries in pyre.


    1. Thank you Daisy.

      The human anatomy is a very interesting cavity. Once studied or researching it. Hidden meanings and poetic agents tend to communicate amongst themselves and not the human self.

      That line too, gave me chills and I re-read it. I can’t imagine what cloudy liver sounds when thudding. 🙂

  3. I think I am too dumb to understand this…though my background is in biochem. LOL! I would have to flip through a dictionary for a day before I could get through this poem.

    Though….there are two brains functioning in all of us. The one on top, and the gut. That is as important as the top guy.

    I’ll have to sit on this for a while, but you can believe me…it made an impact.


    1. Thank you Jane. 🙂

      Take your time. Re-reading poems can always give the reader a different meaning to things.
      Use the dictionary if you must. It’ll have more meaning and your imagination will run wild. 🙂

      I’m so glad you enjoyed this poem. 🙂

  4. Should this piece have a subtitle, I’d call it “Dissection of the Genius,” (or, perhaps, “Deconstructio of the Artist as a Young Man.”) 😛 I seriously felt like I was hitching a ride on one of those little robotic cameras doctors use to study the inside of the human body. It also reminded of that teddy bear video you sent me that one time. Very visceral and raw. 🙂

  5. Well, It seems you’ve uncovered the reason I did not become a doctor. Can we save Alexandria’s vulva? Can you write this in a world where not one physical idea matters? Just asking, as your words spin me, in a fab way! ❤

    1. Thank you Resa.

      I like your input on this. 🙂

      “Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?”
      ― Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes

    1. Thank you. 🙂

      I wanted to push this poem higher than I could ever experiment or wrap my head around. 🙂
      Reality is a puzzle, break the pieces apart, rearrange everything and the world we once saw yesterday – has now become, something different. 🙂

    1. Thank you my friend. 🙂

      My experimentation to this poem – lead me to a place I’ve never stepped into. A world unlike earth itself. 🙂 More to come next Monday. You’ll be surprised what my next writing will shift to. 🙂

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