lamb of god

Tristan Robert Lange


Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

Read πŸ‘“, Write ✍️, Rise πŸŒ…, Realize 🀯.

Tristan πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›
every-
body loves
a
roast—flaming
broiled.
rack it up.
 
scratch.
 
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, April 26, 2026.
 
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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem carries a dark tone, may I say well done. On the other hand it is rare where I have been guilty of roasting it. Maybe overdone. A rack of lamb old scratch would love. I personally love lamb chops myself, but then I have been called the devil many times. A wonderful play on words here my friend a fave

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Soren, hahaha…leave it to you to turn a rack of lamb into a theological identity crisis. Most fitting. I love it! 🀣 I absolutely love where your mind went with this one, my friend. β€œA rack of lamb old scratch would love” is one heck of a line right back at the poem itself. Always grateful for your thoughtful and playful reads. Thank you for the fave too! πŸ₯©πŸŽ±πŸ”₯😈

      • sorenbarrett

        Always most welcome Tristan

      • orchidee

        And spinach with everything, says the glugging one! lol.

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          What does he season his spinach with? Wait for it…on WCAT!

        • Friendship

          Yes indeed.

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            🀣 RIght?!?! I knew you would get it! Rock on my friend. 🎱πŸ”₯πŸ˜ˆπŸ™

          • Katie B.

            Great write!

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Thank you, Katie! Sorry for my delayed repsonse. Crazy season, right now. Anywho, much appreciated, my friend! 🎱πŸ”₯πŸ˜ˆπŸ™



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