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?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 11, 2026.
Tittu
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: March 11th, 2026 07:07
- Comment from author about the poem: I’m now published in an anthology featuring authors from across the Poconos, PA. All proceeds benefit the Pocono Liars Club — a collective of authors and editors dedicated to supporting and mentoring local writers. Available in paperback and Kindle, please consider purchasing one and supporting a great cause. https://a.co/d/58uxM69
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- In collections: Oblique Observations.
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Comments2
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.
It's amazing the treasure that end in the sewer.
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