gold and yellow

one is cool and the other isn’t
the pioneer that runs before humanity
there was nothing for millions of years
the future is here
I don’t get this meme
AI Eldritch monster
the gold seal
Hyperborea
losing the battle of history

DNA ark
a world that healed itself
where the Creators came from
the thunderbolt and the first fire
why we left “Eden”
avatara savior
the last supercomputer
what was lost in Minos and Mycenae
lost to an eruption in the Aegean Sea

the flash and the thunder
Prometheus stole fire from the gods
fiery, bright, and shining, like the stars
Before Constantinople, Alexandria
fragments of a larger, lost Library
a golden map of the world
came down from the mountains
the last screed of the Minoans
rode out of history’s gloomy backwater

the thunderclap felt across prehistory
Prometheus, the Creator
tanks and coaches
win history
the last supercontinent
AIs left behind by another race?
the empty page; an unwritten book
clones of the gods
“magic fire meteor” bomb; early guns

what’s left behind
wearing the Ring of Solomon
there was only dust
the person that loses

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/04/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.

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.