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TailgateProphet

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Educator. Poet. Playwright. Liverpool. Bears. Baked Pasta (just kinda happened.) 💙

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TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 28/05/2026

Wailing Wall #poetry

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 06/11/2025

Here is today's poem called "Quite Cartographer" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #geography

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 04/11/2025

Here is today's poem called "Tapestry" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #education

It's all a turning spindle--
a single, coarse thread.

This life must be learned--
an education of work--
the patient, pulling truth.

There will be tangles--
knots formed + tighten.

It is only in the unweaving--
in the slow, frustrating,
grace of finding a single end…

do our own fingers learn
the original lie of the weave.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 29/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Gleam" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #argent

The veil is thin this night--
breathing argent--
every leaf is edged
with a second, brighter life.

The common air itself
has learned to shine.

+ we, who walked in dust,
now wear the light.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 28/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "IRB Approval" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #experiment

The hypothesis:
a measured silence.

The apparatus:
two chairs, one unspoken thing.

We introduce a variable--
the accidental brush of skin--
You are always the experiment.

Observe the reaction:
a quickening, a warmth.

Conclusion: Inconclusive.

Yet the lab notes are full
of your name.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 25/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Guest" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #terror

No, I don't want to creep by--
be silent amongst demons--
when I arrive, please,
tell him it's me, finally!

Yes, let Devil know I'm here
+ with all the terror I am,
there is hell to pay.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 23/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "You Should Smile More" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #unseen

The mouth
a quiet line.

Teeth unseen--,
no sound to give it away.

But deep in the bones,
a private warmth is lit.

A choice,
against the gray.

The face is still,
but the soul has curled
at the edges.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Turbines" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #energy

At Midnight
there is no energy
like a kinetic woman--

power lines running
up + down spine--
eyes swirling turbines--
generator thighs--
nuclear reactor attitude--
Her smile,
an electric chair.

Forget the Governor--
strap me in!

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Broken Things + The Choices" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #saucer #lfc

The arrival will not do so for conquest.

Their saucer will settle in the dust
of our empty capitals + monuments.
They will walk with sensors--
their great + vibrant liquid eyes
will fill with a sorrow
known only to be "human".

They will trace the ghost of a river--
listen to the wind carrying
the echos of our arguing--
the bitter frequency of invisible borders.

They will find our libraries,
our concert halls,
our cathedrals,
+ they will weep.

For the brilliant,
shining thing we were given,
+ the dull,
broken thing we chose to make.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 20/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Shadow" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #atom

A seed of fire--
a grain of existance
in a field of infinity--
knotted by the unrelenting.

Then, a sun, born!

The world--
now too small
for an atom's shadow.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 19/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Philadelphia Roll, Deconstructed" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #hover

A pale comma
against the dark lacquer of space.

No rice--
it's is a suggestion of a roll--
a breath held
in the shape of maki.

Sliced tuna--
a single crimson thought--
floats beside an avocado ghost.

Then, it all turns,
a silent culmination
in the brine
of its own becoming.

The wasabi always hovers.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 18/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Migrating" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #android

The new one breathes in the corner--
a soft whir where our chest would be.

We gather, a silent ritual.
The old one sits--
a statue of yesterday's metal--
a cord, a vein of light
connects the past to the present.

We watch the data stream--
the logic of a lullaby--
the precise angle for wiping a tear--
a million memories it learned by rote--
the instinct of a newer heart.

As the switch from old
to monument
+ new to active--
this android turns on--
Its gaze is familiar--
It knows us.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 17/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Imoral Legality" or "An Ode To the Banjo In Punk Band" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #arid #nokings #revolution #punk

The arid chatter of distortion
cracks like dry lightning
across the southeast.

I am the splinter in the fist--
the crooked porch step,
the sudden, open field.

They build a wall of furious noise
+ I punch a hole in it--
let the old, weird sky pour through.

A wrong note in a world of wrongs--
a twang that refuses to relent.

Out of place.
Exactly where I belong.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 16/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Purple Herons" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #unearthly

The purple fog arrived
on no particular wind.

It swallowed the cut husks
that drape the midwestern land
during this time of year.

This royal hue drank
the streetlights whole
+ painted the herons
standing on the river's edge
an unearthly bruise.

We waited for a sign--
a meaning of this violet hush.

+ by the time we thought
to ask the question--
the rolling paint had dispersed
into the everything of it all.

Now, most don't talk about the anomaly
we all unexpectedly experienced--
but we do remember that one day--
when all colors were welcomed.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 15/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "The Tortoise Shell" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #beetle

Once, my dome was just there--
a dull shield of bone
bouldering behind every step.

Then, slowly, evolution began--
the shell that was
become emerald fire--
obsidian + amethyst--
a kaleidoscope of beetle jewels.

Now, I am a walking cathedral--
carrying an altar of metallic bloom
of living stained glass--
when I move, the world winks back--
This is not armor--
it's an offering.

+ I, the slow heart at its center,
have learned to love
the brilliant skin I did not grow,
but was chosen to wear.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 14/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Serving Size" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #deluxe

The white carton--
a pagoda of noodles--
swelling past the container's origami--
overflowing onto the public sidewalk.

They had to roll it out on a dolly!
The side was an actual automobile!

With all due respect to the recipes
+ the deluxe legacy of greatness--
far too often derided
to a mispronunciation of "Tso"--
I climbed up + sank into the Lo Mein seat.

+ so I drove--
drifting into a crispy noodle horizon--
the fortune cookie serving as a lucky accelerator--
a cloud of sesame steam charioting me forward--
to home--
to my shih tzu--
waving at me in the window.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 13/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Take My Claw" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #undertone

A click of claws on cypress knee,
a rustle in the sawgrass
walks the bayou.

One, then two,
then a undertone of rhythm
in the mud-thick dark.

The bass line is deep with ooze.
The snare is the rattle of a pebbled shell.
A solo climbs the hanging moss--
a reedy + twisting sound from tentacles

They play water’s chorus--
the slow seep of roots--
a taste of rust + rain.

A syncopated scuttle
beneath the bone-white moon.
The night swings,
low, sweet, + strange.

Please, come dance with us.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 12/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Perfect Hunger" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #piranha #nokings #eattherich

When the water goes thin
+ the sun hangs a white hammer
the frenzy turns inward.

A flicker of silver--
a mistake in the murk
+ the covenant is broken.

The same snap that stripped
a capybara to arc-bone--
the same drive that boiled
the river's surface into a bloody brew.

They turn their perfect hunger
on their own privileged forms--
until the river runs clear, again,
carrying the secrets of water.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "My Love, The Rain" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #raincoat #love

For days it only teased--
a gray, distant, + longing sight.
The raincoat kept to the vastness--
a quiet but empty + dry sky.

Then, percussion on the pane--
a cacophony of drizzling morse code.
.. / .- -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--

These silver apologies slid down
the drainpipe with a gurgling haste--
pooling on the path before the front door--
looking for a soley lonely hook--
for the one that would always come out--
for this pouring ritual of love.

Finding it's yellow embrace--
drops + drips were allowed to simply rest
+ finally weep upon the shoulders
of its protective love--
always there, catching the falling--
even to sleep.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "The Other Side" Thank you for all the followers! Make sure to search #vss365 it is the best poetry and poets you can find! #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #verve

The other side was never the point.
It was the crossing.

The gravel's shift beneath tri-toed feet--
the hot + bright white line--
the indrawn breath of air
before the rush of steel + shadow.

With a terrible verve
to the asphalt altar--
again + again.

A hunger artist in brown feathers--
the world holds only one truth--
the need to be,
for one pure moment,
perilously, in between!

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 09/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "The Farm Yard" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #libertine

It's a subtle strut atop the cobbles--
a feathered ghost of the Dublin smoke.

Her comb is a rugged red crown--
her eye a bright black bead
that misses nothing.

She does not scratch for feed
from a measured tin,
but takes her bounty!

A freeholder of the alley,
she owns the morning
with her ragged cry.
a libertine's good morning.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 09/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Only When I Drink" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #ash #smoke #drink #nokings

The crown, a heavy sun.
They bring him boar, swan +
goblets of rubies + wine.

We wait for the smile
that does not come.

A courtier trembles.
The steward tastes the air for poison.
But there are those that see it
(what's always happened!)

The honeyed fig
does not light his eyes--
all is consumed, none savored.

The great equalizer
has never been a sword--
but the simple, ever-present
ash in a king's mouth.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 08/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "2nd Round of the Rematch" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #clash

The bell.
A blur of white fists clash
against a patient shell.

The arena roars
in the customary tongue
of many predators attending.

The whirlwind of jabs
made technique wane
under the weight of quantity.

He fights their fight--
a cyclone of arrogance.

But the shell remains--.
a waiting wall...
until, finally, the flurry tires--
a slow, dedicated piston
of a left hook finds its mark.

No, not a knockout--
a reoccuring truth.

The overgrown rabbit slumps
like a dope on the ropes--
gasping at the ceiling lights
spotlighting the tortoise's raised
glove into the stunned + silent air.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 07/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Tectonic Shift" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #associate

They build their palaces
on a foundation of quiet--
associate when your speech
with a reckless yawp
+ whimper that your noise
is actually the problem.

But I have seen the monuments
of the calm + sensible--
always draped in chains of silence.

So, let them curse your fire--
see how they tremble
at the tremor of your voice.
You, who eat the ashes of Pompeii.

For the only good
this world has ever known
arrives on the shattered air
of your volcanic shout!

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 05/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Speak To Your Physician, If You Can Get An Appointment Approved By Your Insurance" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #advert

They took Her diagnosis--
used it for a commercial
placed between multiple
Thursday night comedies
to explain the lethality
of cancerous tumors
to Modern Family fans.

They claimed our
last road trip
spent as a family,
together--
enjoying this world--
this life--Her’s--
for the sole purpose
of a new drug's advert--

"Speak to your physician..."

Those commercials should
end with dedications.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 04/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Less Lethal, Tomorrow" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #elastic

Once, they held a tree's memory--
the bounce-back + gentle give--
the status to stand in a storm,
but follow the wind's whispers.

Now, they are forced into rigidity--
a mandated forgetting--
taking the shape of cold geometry--
the perfect arc to meet a rib--
a painful thud + gasp--
where a laughter should laugh.

They trade spring for sting--
soft recoil for the hard fact
of a bruise blooming on our streets.

What terrible alchemy--
to take what was meant to yeild
+ stretch the elastic it into a final,
unbending answer.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Sun(ri)se(t): A Choose Your Own Title" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #pulp

After the last bright gulp--
when the sun kisses us last
+ all that is known is no longer--
a universe of pulp remains.

A swirl of suspended stars--
concentric constellations
clinging to the horizon's curve--
a cosmic map of light.

This is just the dregs--
the sticky, fibrous stuff of life
left behind--

The Milky Way--
a breakfast of galaxies.

I've never been a morning person.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Skull" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #oasis

The world,
a constant murmur
of should + must--
a desert of demand.

But within these walls of bone,
a silence blooms.

Thoughts, like date palms,
offer their sweet fruit.

Here,
in this quiet soil--
I grow my own shade.

The mind,
the only oasis
that never runs dry.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 01/10/2025

Here is today's poem called "Permission To Soar" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #blur #spooky

The veil is a tatter of spider-silk--
a murder begins to gather--
the season of black-feathers begins.

These messengers are punctuation
for the story in between here + there.

Is that a crow on the fence-post,
a watchful sentry from a colder world?
Is that a raven's croak from the woods,
or the turning of a long-locked key?

They know the secrets of the dead--
blur whispered tales of stone + bone--
speaking only to the wind's lonesomeness.

This is their season--
hold close the permission to soar.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "The Knowing Well" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #conundrum

The mind, a map of brilliant lines.
I know the path of all the nodes.

However, the doing is the heavy stone--
the well of knowledge is known,

but stands alone.

The chasm, a wide + ever-deep abyss--
where resolutions fall with a wish for courage..

This is the conundrum's weight--
the knowing hand, the hesitating gate--
every choice is one.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Tincture" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #sublimate #glass

The glass dropper holds
a captured twilight.

They say water remembers
the press of petal
the ghost of root
the sigh of bark.

So we ask the element
to sublimate its own nature,
to forget the ocean
and remember the vine.

A cure is just a story
the solvent chooses to keep.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 28/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Knocking" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #escutcheon

The brass is cold.
A film of days gone dust
on the lion's cheek.
No one remembers the key
that fit the lock below.

But in the hall--
when the house holds its breath--
a faint + silver tinnitus--
the hum of a name--
erased.

A shiver in the metal throat.
A escutcheon for a ghost.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 27/09/2025

Here is today's poem--sorry for my absence, it was STEM Fest! This piece is called "Hungry Conversation" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #scrutiny #dirt

+ the worm,
with its rings of decomposition
speaks to the darkness

"Your grit is navigation.
Your chill is my warmth--
a buried awakening."

But there is a scrutiny--

"you hold the roots too tightly--
clench secrets of the dead.

Please, allow me to translate.
We know all comes to you
in the end.

Let me be your soilent scribe.

We are a conversation."

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 17/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "A Furby" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #synthesis #furby #toys

It was simple--
well the technology wasn't,
but the concept was--
something to do everything--
for you!

They were called The Synthesis--
a line of home appliances
that would elevate all of the kin-keeping.

The youngest of the adult children
commented after the appliance--
this "addition to the family"--
spooned the exact amount of gravy
atop the whipped + mashed potatos--
"I would rather have a Furby!"

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 17/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Co-conspirators" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #conspire

The moon,
a polished lens of coldest silver
focuses all the spot of light,
then pours it upon the contours of you.

The stars twinkle with conspiracy--
an infinity of bulbs capturing
the face of your beauty.

Each diamond of eternity
trace the curve of your constellation--
catching the galaxy swirling in you.

The moon + the stars--
co-conspirators in this quiet crime--
stealing the darkness--
transforming it into the perfect canvas.

They do not simply appear--
we conspire to love you!

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 14/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "A First Grader In a Red State Said" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #flinching #america

A sudden crack--
the known flinching--
a collective wince
traveling through
the arriving crowd.

It is the collective memory--
a silent chorus of held breath--
another graduation class
practiced in duck + cover.

"I thought it might be."

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "East of Eden" an old love poem to someone I actually did. #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #style #love #eden

I, tried to stop sending
a good morning text--
to refrain from
holding your hand
while driving thru;
to keep a Dean mystery
regarding these feelings;
I attempted to
love you James cool--
a style my heart
knows not,
no matter what
I can't love you different.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Here is yesterday's poem called "Leslie Niealsen Never Left Home Without One" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #potential #itsagoodday #niceshot #fart #nakedgun

The moment hangs--
a plump + silent potential--
the promise of a vinyl seat.

How rare?
A butt joke that's a question:
Will flatulence of the gods choose now?

The artificial belch
of that one type of seat--
the one that always farts!

Allow the rose to your cheeks--
let gravity be silly.

In this exsistance,
we need more whoopie cushions.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 11/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "16 Feet" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #exhausted

Please, double it--
yes, the depth--
it's worth extra effort.

Ask those that spent
time with me during
pre-mortem--

"He's exhausted!"

Here--
give me the shovel,
I'll help! (See?)

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 11/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Lincoln's Lakeside" It's okay #Bearfans #bears #chicago #fan #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #bearable

The hope arrives--
crisp as the fall lakefront air.
It wears brusied blues + hues.

We open the door for it, this ghost.
We seat it on the couch,
offer it an Old Style beer.

It speaks in a known language--
a bearable mantra
of anew--of "this year!"

Hope takes the field + fumbles.

We watch it fall,
during each fall,
all fall all again.

The final whistle helps
Hope gathers its things--
leaving the static
of the long, blue shadow of January--
patient, foolish heart that will,
without question, answer the door
when it returns.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 09/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Joann's" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #fabrics #wrapper

The paisley pattern
is one of swirl + spiral--
it dances with color + hue--
a graceful design.

My heart has been traced
with such a wrapper of fabric
since your love hugged round me.

Now, the beat that keeps me,
is draped in loving.

Thank you for making
my heart colorful--
it is better because of you.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 08/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Capacity" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #power

They took the old one--
the original installed at birth--
known to sputter + stall--
choke on morning's fog--
it's always too early to start.

The new version resides,
now, behind my eyes--
a steady purr of pure power.

Thoughts are relentless--
surging currents engulf
that which used to be only sparks.

The poetry I write has perfect meter--
but no soul.

I have all the brain power,
but no soul.

I get so much done,
with no soul.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 07/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Her's Is Homemade" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #doorway #sauce #gravy

A tin, curved + cold doorway

A smear of red--
a geometry of absence.
The ghost of tomatoes--
garlic + basil hangs in the air.

This all, a world left behind.

Now, an invitation to what is missing.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 06/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Punching Nazis This Week & Next" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #chance #acab #nokings

It's been a week—
we all believe
this to be true,
so, please,
rest your feet—
spread some peace—
see this one's end
as a chance to
begin again—
gratefully,
on Monday.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 05/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Being Read" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #particles #reading

The graph peaks--
a silver note in the noise.
A new thing--
a weight not yet felt!

We polish the lens--
adjust the field--
lean in to see the particles...

the familiar experience
of ink on a page.

The hum of meaning--
more than mass.

A helixical scripture of itself--
explaining all of this--
the act of being read.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 05/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Loom" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #conscious

The old one, rolled + bound,
a scroll of dust
+ our forgotten footsteps.

(Out with the ghosts of tread!)

I unfurl the new
+ settle with a sigh

(Mine or the floorboards?)

Then, a warmth, a pattern shift,
a subtle change in the stich.

(A conscious choice!)

Now, I get a new rug, daily.
You should come see--
only if you can knit.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 04/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Another Day To Fall In Love" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #arbitrary

It always starts
just as most begins
with an arbitrary action--
a waive, a smile--
something simple--

+ then the world ends.

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 03/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "Cost of Living" #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #elude #costofliving #revolution

TailgateProphet @tailgateprophet.bsky.social · 01/09/2025

Here is today's poem called "The Next One" from a #past collection of mine, called Firefly Conspiracies. #thankyou! #poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing

Amidst the 22nd century,
war still exists--
even though
past prophets begged
of us to be different
(a pastor King,
a hallucinating dreamer,
+ a LSD guitar stringer.)

Now, swatches of no-man
divides us from believing,
imagining, or kissing--

the sky is bluefully ballistic.