Still Single

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.

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.