biting the vampire

magically potent nine tails
quantum being, from another dimension
formulaic mythical genealogy
spirits of the trees and the rivers
in the immediate modern future
an entire world up there, at the top of the earth
history, culture, and geography
an epic age
angel alien god

creative reflections of who you really are
surviving the wreckage of history
make the rest of history come true
byproducts of a quest for immortality
on a ship to an uncertain future
created from the death of a god
The Long Road of Prehistory
smoke resting on the air; hazy room
driving a buggy with no tires on it

Prometheus and Loki; heights, depths
counterfactuals vs. predestination
put a Question to the Answer
clamping down, holding on
disciples of the anti-hero legend
feel like you’re brave or something
I said goodbye
can’t be the hero
something in actuality

the feel of the air, in summer
a blend of Hawaii and India
the one who lost
to be your devoted friend
when we were close
the relationship ends
see in pieces
the first gasp of the modern world
can’t be earnest

who won and who lost
told what it’s not, not what it is
lost to a shadowy prehistory
extinguishing the shout across history

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/20/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved.

The Locke and the Short of It

Locke has the same car as Ted Bundy: The VW bug – speaking of a serial killers, on the Lost Island. Locke isn’t the son of God, but the son of Hades, and his inheritance is the Netherworld (quite literally with the Man in Black being stuck in his own pocket dimension: the Island).

Both his parents betray Locke. His mom was a typical, gold digging, ’70s hippie. His mom didn’t even want to acknowledge the pregnancy. Locke’s parents deserved each other. Poor Locke.

When I built my whole underground complex, in Minecraft, there was a huge main entrance and two small “hatches.” I built my fortress in 2013, before I first saw Lost, in 2014. Locke and Boone could have looked for another opening.

Boone’s death wasn’t Locke’s fault, per se, but running away and lying (like his con man dad would have done) didn’t do his guilty image any favors. Faith, the opiate of the masses, can fail. Makes sense that priests and heroin would be on the same plane.

Locke, runs away, after bringing Boone to the camp. His dad abandons him, after taking away his kidney. Like father, like son. Cooper tricks Locke. Locke tricks Boone. The sin repeats. Locke was supposedly immaculately conceived. The Virgin Mary statues on the plane were hollowed out, to smuggle heroin. Faith unrewarded – or at least defeated, temporarily, by reason. Clothes decaying would take only a few years, in a jungle.

Boone’s whole horror movie reveal, about the maid, in his childhood, was pretty much a huge bit of foreshadowing. It was a sideways prophecy, (like a flash sideways), that Boone wouldn’t survive the episode. Lost Island group telepathy. Hive mind. Boone survived one plane crash, just to die, in another. Boone was the true Icarus, for the surviving Locke, who is Daedalus.

Abandoned by Heaven and Hell – but not by the Island. At the last moment, a light comes on in the Hatch. Desmond has been down there, in the Hatch time capsule, for decades. He has learned to ignore whatever is up there, on the Surface. The light was both happenstance, and fate. Desmond turned on the light, and the Man in the Black sent Locke a sign.

A light comes on in the Hatch. It was big, when I saw it, half a decade ago. Like finding out we’re not the only intelligent life, in the universe – whether that life is in outer space, or in some warped, quantum dimension / timeline continuity.

Locke regaining his power to walk, on the island, is, in part, due to his faith. When his faith wavers, he suddenly can’t walk anymore, or feel his lower limbs and feet. Psychosomatic v. The Island giveth and the Island taketh away.