Reboot

an airplane to the moon
things won’t go back to the way they were
caught in an impossible position
the world I was born in, is gone
you suffer, while angels cry
sailing around the world on the Gulf Stream
names that are normal no more
pulled out of the wreckage of your life
in the bleached, frozen wastes, we found god

constantly talking, but saying nothing
I feel like all my dreams are broken
useless angels look down from the sky
like something from a Disney movie
I feel like I’m wasting my time
all they have are platitudes
empty words that mean nothing
empty words that achieve nothing
empty words that commit to nothing

a fake friend
here no one knows your name
dolts upstairs making a ruckus
Life is not like a diamond
crying on the airplane
purposelessness
a saint from Elsewhere
smurfs and serfs
we’re just colonies in the periphery

the big step
flying under Friendly Skies
a nobody from nowhere
passed over by Greatness
if there’s a cake, it’s going to be smashed
you always think of yourself as a young person
saying goodbye to the guilt you had
the Sad Team
landlocked in the past

a frog on another planet
the existential weekend
the one who mourns
your whole life in an email inbox

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 3/16/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular piece of art is by Durer.

Never

it’s always personal
running through the airport
it’s never just business
it’s going to be a bad breakup
consolidations, constrictions, contractions
ginkgo and fig leaves
this circle is really a square
no reason to forgive
Christmas 2019

it was a double-blind experiment
rejection, ejection
center of symmetry, center of gravity
leaving and never returning
when the continents were in different places
for now, not forever
nobody wants me
who has the winner’s edit
“you think you can do these things, but you can’t”

left up there, at the top of the world
your brain running on a sine wave
you’re a black belt
a Soviet space dog
Fortress Pillow
rebuild our Edge, rebuild the New Kingdom
one light to stave away the cold
a nation that stretched across the top of Eurasia
failed messiah; advent never arrives

dark forest, frozen lake, midnight sun
the gifts of the air
why should I celebrate failure
to feel and to live alone
platitudes that say nothing
a thing that sounds like some self-help nonsense
beautiful but incomprehensible
we live on a diamond
you only get one life

alluvial fans and alluvial plains
a moment on the Other Side
analyze it into the ground
we live in a circle, mirroring each other

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 2/24/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular illustration is called “The Temptation of St. Anthony,” by Salvador Dali.