an airplane to the moon things won’t go back to the way they were caught in an impossible position the world I was born in, is gone you suffer, while angels cry sailing around the world on the Gulf Stream names that are normal no more pulled out of the wreckage of your life in the bleached, frozen wastes, we found god
constantly talking, but saying nothing I feel like all my dreams are broken useless angels look down from the sky like something from a Disney movie I feel like I’m wasting my time all they have are platitudes empty words that mean nothing empty words that achieve nothing empty words that commit to nothing
a fake friend here no one knows your name dolts upstairs making a ruckus Life is not like a diamond crying on the airplane purposelessness a saint from Elsewhere smurfs and serfs we’re just colonies in the periphery
the big step flying under Friendly Skies a nobody from nowhere passed over by Greatness if there’s a cake, it’s going to be smashed you always think of yourself as a young person saying goodbye to the guilt you had the Sad Team landlocked in the past
a frog on another planet the existential weekend the one who mourns your whole life in an email inbox
Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 3/16/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular piece of art is by Durer.
leaving the AI zoo of Eden codes, understatement, art, and Babel a synthesis of the mundane and the mythical raiders from sunken fens and marshes Constantine’s Troy, in Byzantium flashbangs and AWP thunderclaps Western Eurasia’s ancient sea from the Golden Fleece to alchemy from precious metals to rare earths
Odysseus meets Gandalf meets samurai raiders came down, from the North Himalayan myths and Indo-European aliens Aegean volcanoes in the Mediterranean from fantasy dwarves to exoskeleton suits leaving Eden and the confusion of Babel Minoan and Mycenean writings lost to time creators create because they can routed back to a primordial race across Eurasia
faded back into the foggy fenlands Mercury’s Indo-European winged helmet Embrace Modernity, Streamline Asymmetry one thunderclap, in the darkness what galloped out of the gloom of history Alexandria, to Constantinople, to Columbus what came out of the dark, distant North winners and losers, in history the secret of longitude
prehistoric raiders riding out of the fens the ark that crash-landed on Ararat watching the dream static gothic vampire cargo cult the nerd loser underground long push to the sea last devoted friend ever emotionally removed karma’s recompense
raiders riding out of the mists AI angels guarding Eden, confusing Babel throwaway love triangle character new geography; new spirits and new gods
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 by Pieter Bruegel, the Elder.