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
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learning to juggle, in gym class circle X, figure 8 the year of dinosaurs, the year of space shuttles they always come back something abstract and minimalist bring the average up it’s like putting an acid and a base together gays of a certain age quinoa, quiche, ceviche
the second brain tri-fold display boards and acrostic poems what you do in this moment a finger of whiskey genius, genie, the spirit of a place fake recognizes fake strength, utility, and beauty the year of yo-yos, the year of wrestling a folding bike and an iPod Nano
obligatory Titanic reference saying things, without saying anything an index of memories and perceptions half-siblings who diverged when you look at your life an inside-out shirt a map of my playlists I’m not in love, I’m angry bright as the day
the oldest kid feels it the most I’m not in love; my heart is broken no more love songs; staying home it’s like watching a sad movie on an airplane the older generation of gays “staying with the trouble” I’m no longer under 30 anymore all the little slights, all the little cuts unspoken, understated, unstated
ellipses, blank spaces all the things you didn’t say learning is the first act of creation scrolled over the same name twice
Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 3/8/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular photo is of the standing stones in Callanish, Hebrides, in the UK.