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.

deep ice

wastelands of sand and decay
forgotten empires, in the desert
trash dreams
eel grotto cavern
through the veil
we came down from the sky
vampires never get old
the king of the bats
buried in Dark Atlantis

something primordial
ancient desert worm
the fountains that hold up the earth
pour out a vial of hatred
Godzilla-like “angel”
put the sky at your feet
the other world
eel hole grotto
stand in an ash circle

run-down ramparts, on the outskirts
all timelines, all parallel dimensions
a star and a cake
the Atlantean
almost beautiful
the sun is too bright
pain smiles
statues in the desert
bright winters

deserts are older
the 1000-year reincarnation of Indra
the sky is beneath you
dragons are supposed to fly
the breath of decay
1991. annus mirabilis.
springs left over from Eden
mourning for a lost probable future
Santorini, Greek mythology, and Atlantis

ruins, that weren’t really ruins at all
beyond the North
into the sandstorm
one cannot exist without a shadow

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 10/10/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.