a light was on

Midsummer bonfire
release from an un-releasable world
what was lost and what was found
iron, industry, and immortality
gravity, acceleration, and calculus
the map contracts
species and superspecies
energy drinks and grenades
the cult of the vampire

gothic vampire god
The sad leg of the love triangle
how they are, how they should be
it’s difficult to express one’s feelings
it ended because it had to end
conversion and transubstantiation
I’m not here to be your hero
already the butt of the joke
the bug bites your earlobe

bodies of water and magical potency
a dead world at the bottom of a video game
leap several centuries in one bound
ancient tree
I want to know the Answer to the Question
Mother God
people are looking for the Answer
Mother Satan, Queen of Hell
underground vampire society

disc drives left behind, from another generation
a message from another civilization
the journey from created to creator
Pocky Challenge
Cancer’s solstice and Capricorn’s solstice
the myth of the bull
Mithraic goddess
one manuscript, from ancient Alexandria
the bug that bites inside your ear

watching the birds, on the telephone wire
long, useless crushes
how one feels
we passed each other, in another time

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/10/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular picture is from a Tarot Celtic Cross spread that I did.

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.