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.