Reboot

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.

Loveache

breaking the stone bridge
made of star radiation
a line that runs through Eurasia
the Pocky stick snaps
no words for what you’re feeling
at the precipice of faith
they wanted to believe
mutual understanding with others
The roads of Bimini

onslaught of a mathematical “angel”
unfolding net configuration matrix
Inherent to the country of “Heaven”
not your seonbae’s bitcoin
saying much, while meaning little
energy rays distorting time and space
gods of the old world
earnings whisperer
fluent in internet

thinking in money
a hologram, not a hack
the true form of the “angel”
Giant Forest Guardian Spirit
Onboard AI course correction
the birth of a lower sentient species
directionless, somewhere in the universe
Without a backward glance
Realm of the gods

aliens from the spirit world
a more ancient world
her last devoted friend
Forgotten Tuesday
it’s saying goodbye
love older than the sea
told what to be
dusty roads of history
futuristic petrol station

the hero you wanted to be
just a mess of errors
sacrifices and petty surrenders
home of the memers

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/17/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular work is a Tarot card, from A. E. Waite’s Rider-Waite deck.