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.

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.