The Receptor Rap…sort of

​Like a hormone, for its receptor Not just any, but its suitor I haunt, crawl, stroll and saunter Looking for my lost receptor. Picky, finicky, so pernickety Alpha, Beta, cAMP, IP3 What I need, can't see What I want, cannot be. I need a receptor, I need it now Find my target, get to plough ... Continue Reading →

Geriatric Dreams

We don't  age when our telomerase shortens But when the fun of splashing in the rain lessens We don't age when there is a collagen decrease But when wishing at shooting stars begins to cease Neither do we age when cataract says hello Maybe we do when old desires get mellowed Do we say we've... Continue Reading →

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