there’s nothing artificial about it
sometimes definitions
don’t say what they mean
we’ve been trying to be gods
long before the first fire
it’s a natural progression of things
without question
machines will rule the day
their makers having won in the end
creating galaxies all on their own
all while watching
from high above
march two thousand twenty-three
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forget about schooling
it feels like we’re taking
nothing but tests
one after the other
a good three years now
time & place popularly
known as alien nation
where the gods that be
pick & choose their own fights
cast out into the stars
only to reenter the barrier
[by way of meteorites]
spreading their petty hostilities
throughout all the lands
july two thousand twenty-two
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because of you I came to life
and later feel in love
with someone other than myself
how could I not adore
the gods in my world
piecing together my story
as if I there is meaning
in a poor man’s soul
there is temptation
in your proposal
my favorite color
appearing out of nowhere
by way of your satin dress
what you promised I wanted
only finding for myself
you were but a lesser god
incapable of changing
my inevitable design
and so because of you
I took my own solitary life
in hopes of becoming you
july two thousand twenty-one
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who are we but pretend gods
unable to tame the time of day
huddled en masse on street
corners and freeways
and white-hot beaches
putting out fires and chasing
ambulances
running away from tsunamis and
disease and ghostly dreams
practicing ego and yoga and war
and the finest of arts
orchestrating chaos by day and
reciting poetry at night
calling for real gods in a pretend
world to somehow set us free
november two thousand fourteen
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