Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
the world—
a latrine
filled with piss, shit, snot,
spit, cum and the rest
of life’s refuse—
really
reeks.
now, what about its theology?
POET'S NOTE:
Part of The Thinking Dark collection.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 11, 2026.
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Comments4
That lays in the sewer below or rather if I were writing this I would say that the world lays below and that the fine crafted ceramic is religion. Nicely done Tristan it is a critique that many have voiced in different ways. Hard and real raw as a chafed ass perfumed with poetic grace. God told me I gave him hemorrhoids.
Soren, the porcelain above the sewer is a great extension of the metaphor… the clean crafted surface sitting right over the mess below. That tension is exactly where the poem lives. And your closing image… well…does that now mean hemorrhoids are holy? 🤣 Much appreciated, as always, my friend 📜🕯️🙏🧭
Holy hemorrhoids alliteration from top to bottom. You are most welcome Tristan
Indeed! 🤣
It's amazing the treasure that end in the sewer.
Indeed, my friend, that’s a striking way to put it… sometimes what ends up in the sewer once held real value somewhere upstream. The poem is definitely playing with that uncomfortable truth. Appreciate the thoughtful read. 📜🕯️🙏🧭
Doh! I thought it would be a beautifully descriptive poem about some decorated porcelain - plate, jug, or whatever, but not a loo. I'm gonna be sick! lol.
Oh no, not now Popeye! heehee.
Orchi, thank you my friend…and my sincerest apologies to the innocent porcelain plates and jugs that were expecting a far more dignified poem. Alas…the loo claimed the spotlight instead. And not that he will…but I have asked Popeye to stop the glugging while you recover. 🤣📜🕯️🙏🧭
Doh! That's true - not that he will stop..... well, only for that 1 free minute he has per day. lol.
LOL! Is it up to 1 full minute now?
Phew! Yes, though I understand it used to be 30 seconds free per day. lol.
Yes. I mean...can you imagine...Actually don't imagine that!
Suddenly about another 500 - well, 5 - comments appear from you! It's ol' P & Co that does it!
I prefer to follow the middle way .. which is probably a path less well trod these days but at least I don't piss or dribble over my own or any other mans shoes .. poemed to near perfection sir T 🖤🎵🎵🐦⬛🖤🐈⬛👍
Ah. Yes. The Via Media. Indeed, that is oft the best way and, too true, is the path least traveled most of the time. Hello Robert Frost! 🤣 Thank you, my dear friend! Glad it resonated...and sorry for the view! 🤣🚽🧻🖤🙏
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