The Soul Bite, The Cold Future & Re-Newed Work at Carcinogenic Poetry

Carcinogenic Poetry is happy to share a new round of poetry featured on the site from heavy hitters of versification Steve Bruce, David Flynn and Sanjeev Sethi. This world-class course of poetry comes from poets with several honors, though the honor is indeed all ours, the readers, under their belt and many a title sharing their poetry. Read new work from the award-winning Steve Bruce, the Fullbright Scholar David Flynn and internationally read, Sanjeev Sethi at Carcinogenic Poetry. Please feel free to share and comment, tell us your thoughts and enjoy.

At Carcinogenic Poetry we honor poetry of merit that deserves a fresh breath. If you’ve previously published work suffering a seven-year itch, send them this way. Details on the submissions page. Thanks again for reading and returning.


Sanjeev Sethi – One Poem

Panorama

For the parched
semblance
of shower is enough.
Unruliness
of our union
a song
to saplessness.
Bias is built-in
the human chip . . .

http://www.carcinogenicpoetry.net/2023/09/sanjeev-sethi-one-poem.html


David Flynn – Two Poems

The Valley of Disquiet

The Valley of Disquiet is where I
want to be. Unhinged, blathering, a man
in search of his brain. Neither robot nor
human, I would be a machine with face
of plastic, servos for muscles, and soul
of titanium. “I love you,” I say,
inside a room of furniture and rugs.

Being all human hasn’t worked out well.
Heartache, failure, arguing are daily.
Nothing works: the refrigerator shakes
shudders, and dies. Then I will die also.
Everything dies, even love. If I was
a robot at least I could be repaired
in a shop with spare parts and a fresh new
battery . . .

http://www.carcinogenicpoetry.net/2023/08/david-flynn-two-poems.html


Steve Bruce – Two Poems

Poetics

How to say it?
When forms become overworked
and demand a vacation.

When internal and end rhymes
are sick
to death of each other,
and file for divorce.

When similes are fumbled
with more times
than a cheap escort’s
labia.

When iamb, trochee,
dactyl, and anapest
march off
to die
in the blood-soaked trenches
of a distant war . . .

http://www.carcinogenicpoetry.net/2023/08/steve-bruce-two-poems.html