Indirectly

you were made from fixed nitrogen
implicit ideas
raiders attracted to the flames
culture is a knowledge relationship
the Divine Port, the Sublime Port
reservoirs of knowledge
game theory vs. just happy to be here
the older gay, the senior gay
culture, symbolic thought, language

the interesting 40-year old
the senior gay
the origins of symbolic thought
fish and fish hooks
a symbol that stood in for an entire culture
constrained meaning
Rich Dad, Everybody’s Uncle
with faith and trust and confidence
Dos Equis and Stella Artois

embryonic, the cosmic womb
the power to create life
the symbols of a culture
embrace complexity, embrace rapture
the upside-down triangle, the yoni
she’s you
they share the same genes
it turned into Minecraft
the gift of the earth

in competition for your niche
papercuts and Band-Aids
chocolate-covered chicken
purification, clarification
The Unstated
happiness is blue, blue in blue
to feel and to live forever
you’re on an iceberg, floating out to sea
between heaven and earth

Redeemed
and still, no one cares
saying goodbye to your younger self
completely buried under history

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 3/7/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular photo is of Stonehenge, in the UK.

Time to Cry

there was a whole plot above you
three shirts
admonish and upbraid
let go of shockwaves from the future
wrong answer
replicate and resonate, for all time
Oh well,
it doesn’t matter now
a ring that arcs across the top of the world

you’re always invested in the act
you were going down a wormhole
you can tell the difference
someone had to do the math
you’re not supposed to say that
blue in blue
something’s not right
it had no meaning
your Lord and Savior

The Hunt for Supersoldier-X
Evolved the species into the ground
secrets of the Minoans and Phoenicians
begin to square with your reality
empty
the rubber band effect
happiness is blue
it doesn’t matter anymore
it’s not wrong, it’s just mean

follow the Oder, to the sea, and the chalky Rugen
Sailor moon and ancient Steppe warriors
a machine of the epics, lost to the primeval ice
Nosedive into Hell
Isolated nodes and hyper-connected networks
no one cares
wrong adjective
you can delete it
dating ends

I’m not missing anything
100% loser
a life that is thin
there are no sacred goats

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 2/13/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.