Precious Fluids

A Poem. a Poem with Words. That's How You Know It's Good

Nolan Foster
Soft maternal jellies in perfect surgical circles-
petri-smeared swatch samples
of what color animals we are,
no two a perfect match, no one alone in its
vial isolation-colored bubbles injected
into the writhing tails of a meteor storm,
one-by-one until the cellophane wrapper breaks,
flooding the trillion circuits of our automated God,
precious fluids rebooting a world small enough
to forget, not too small to destroy, but
sooner or later, someone will have to
come out and fix this damn thing.

Published by Nolan Foster

Nolan Foster loves to learn everything about anything, and is always looking for new subjects to write about. Currently a freelancer for AC and editor of a collaborative writing blog, he lives in the Philly...  View profile

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  • Carole Anne Somerville8/18/2009

    Thought provoking.

  • Lucky M. Diaz8/13/2009

    Very cool!

  • Nolan Foster8/11/2009

    lol. Either way I'll take that as a compliment :)

  • Camille Atkinson8/11/2009

    I meant *procreation. Silly me lol

  • Camille Atkinson8/10/2009

    Nolan only you could paint recreation in this light.

  • samaira8/7/2009

    Hey. That's really nice Nolan.

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