the end of the thunderclap

look up, to space
from the east to the west, is your kingdom
We are already living in the future
what are the gods, but monsters?
a comfortable lie
now the light is off
I will not be your hero
Pocky and Band-Aids
it is the overcompensation

inverted, twin timelines
sweat the band-aids off
fiery, pink sun
the long tail of the curve
what is the color of love
I have to let you go
jumped into the future
people knew what they had felt
from the Middle Ages to the last Ice Age

watching the light change, in the sky
listening to cars go by, at night
go anywhere and still stay the same
don’t want to be anyone’s political hero
it’s important to feel what we’re feeling
those who have been crushed by love
rolled the ring down the drain
the struggle to determine one’s destiny
Constantinople, Alexandria, and Venice

someone who wishes to be brave
billions of people, billions of possibilities
“setting men free, from other men”
saw the straits of the Dardanelles
forever now, I have the truth
I don’t want to be your hero
the social contract, of a free world
someone who wants to be your future
love, thrown down the drain

the person who loses the love triangle
sweaty Band-Aid
video games killed the radio star
and in a thunderclap, Troy was lost

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/18/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular work is from Dante’s Paradiso.

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.