I am a free thinker—always will be—
I do not swoon but push forward in thought.
Yet, my thoughts—it turns out—are not that free,
And showing any brilliance gets one shot.
Walking streets a ghost—piss in the pot—
Transparent flesh reveals my rot.
Once whole, I have been devoured
By these zombies around me.
It used to be a tale—
Two cities...one.
Augustine to
Necropolis.
The gorging
Dead.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 28, 2025.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written in my original form, Ghost Sonnet. A haunt of the Spenserian Sonnet, the form and words slowly disappear into a ghostly echo.
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Indeed Tristan thoughts are not that free they have a cost if spoken and another if not. They seldom are original and being cast by another how free can they be? A lovely write my friend.
Exactly. Thank you for understanding, my dear friend! 🧠🏛️🕯️🙏
You are most welcome Tristan
I read, and read again. The central conceit of free thoughts, what did it really mean. And as the poem says, such thoughts come with a price tag. Perhaps the central question merits further thoughts.
My friend, thank you for reading so deeply. Free thought costs more than people admit...and the receipt’s always paid in isolation or worse. That’s the truest kind of engagement a poet could ask for. 🧠🏛️🕯️🙏
Ohh, so, line 2, you don't swoon at Popeye's antics?! I do! lol.
Thehehe! Now, I never said nothing about swooning of antics! LOL! Ow...what's that lump on my head. Actually...don't answer that! 🤣
Popeye hit you with his.............? don't answer that! lol.
Free to think, and express, but oh the reactions...
Exactly! 💯 Thank you so much, my friend, for reading and sharing your thoughts! 🧠🏛️🕯️🙏
A wee bit hard to avoid to some degree - being devoured … though dear old Rudyard commands that you should ” bear to hear the truth you've spoke twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,” … So stiff upper lip old chap..
Thanks for putting it out there – even if some stoicism is all we’ve got, really.
You need a permit in Britain now to be a free thinker.
Even Zombies stay clear of council departments that need everything in triplicate.
Just checked out, swooning. That is a definate no now.
The gorging dead department has just opened and it seems that one day a year you can gorge yourself to death. Seems to be a big queue mind you.
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