New poem: Exsanguination from Jeremy Limn


Asleep the air is constantly a concoction
of a mirrored deluge
And a splatter of rain on the red bricks,
and the intriguing concussion of love
bubbles oozing sacrosanct a
traumatic slumber and asleep
to the whispered chaos of yesterday,
and all the wordless oceans
are the exsanguination of the
copious melodies of unfounded years
pulsating in my femur,
I am asleep, and this bubbling
bruising Tiredness is fermenting
inside of the abdomen,
a chestnut tree is on fire
and, I see what could’ve been,
I don’t want to awaken and this
cascading image is more pliable
than human relationships more
pliable than the being of love more
pliable than my own sinew and sleep,
I shall be a complexity
drifting upon the nakedness
of river blue tulips that arouse
no suspicion, for I am animated
by nonsense, I am, animated by
own lethargy my own possible
death, a sonnet not.

New Poem by Jeremy Limn: Hydrocortisone

Bio: Jeremy Limn is a 28-year-old poet who has published three books of poetry, Raining Poems, The Auguries of Lost Lilacs, and The Roses Forget You, his work also appeared in the 2016 July Issue of Infernal Ink Magazine, and the Yearbook for the University of Tasmania 2015, and published twice with Vext Magazine, The Ernest Becker Foundation.

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David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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