Life at Night

return of the night wind
living in the future
Pocky Storm
fruit of a poisonous Tree
invited a Snake into the Garden
veins that flow with angel’s blood
sparks scattered at the dawn of creation
future funk summer
The Bridge Camper

Error Error
a cycle that keeps circling
watching the rain fall
lion cloud dog
sailor of the wind
icy blue ’80s
inherited angel’s blood
seek the power of the night
going to have to go all the way up

an angel vampire, that comes out at night
rain wind ceremony
Simps and Reverse Cards
Game NEXT
Smooth jazz guitar
Predator of the Sun
Adventures in House
Chekhov’s law of potency
seven nades

the Casual Camper
Win the potato
Amon Gamer
alien lighting “god”
electromagnetic anomalies
quintessential space guitar
Internet Muziks
Pocky Village
Magickal thinking

house music is very summery
rolling thunder, in the atmosphere
high-quality electronic musicks
meme drinks

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biting the vampire

magically potent nine tails
quantum being, from another dimension
formulaic mythical genealogy
spirits of the trees and the rivers
in the immediate modern future
an entire world up there, at the top of the earth
history, culture, and geography
an epic age
angel alien god

creative reflections of who you really are
surviving the wreckage of history
make the rest of history come true
byproducts of a quest for immortality
on a ship to an uncertain future
created from the death of a god
The Long Road of Prehistory
smoke resting on the air; hazy room
driving a buggy with no tires on it

Prometheus and Loki; heights, depths
counterfactuals vs. predestination
put a Question to the Answer
clamping down, holding on
disciples of the anti-hero legend
feel like you’re brave or something
I said goodbye
can’t be the hero
something in actuality

the feel of the air, in summer
a blend of Hawaii and India
the one who lost
to be your devoted friend
when we were close
the relationship ends
see in pieces
the first gasp of the modern world
can’t be earnest

who won and who lost
told what it’s not, not what it is
lost to a shadowy prehistory
extinguishing the shout across history

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/20/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved.