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 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
around and around and
areola bound, sound
shatters
the liquid divide
who ordered the milk?
formaldehyde
inside
the blast radius
copacetic copulation
puffs of cream.
yum.
anyone got gum?
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 20, 2026.
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Well said. Your poem explores themes of intimacy, chaos, and the absurdity of existence, juxtaposing mundane elements of life with darker undertones. The imagery and references suggest a commentary on human relationships and societal norms, hinting at both pleasure and discomfort in the act of connection.
Thank you, Friendship. Yeah, there is definitely some pleasure and discomfort occupying the same space here…along with a healthy dose of absurdity. Sometimes the poem just follows the mushroom cloud and asks questions later. 🤣 🥛💥🖤🙏
If anyone has gum I hope it is enough for everyone. Don't drink milk anymore only heavy cream and loads of butter. As for formaldehyde they put enough of that in the food to preserve any corpse for a lifetime. Maybe it will keep the sexual experience long enough to not be premature ejaculation. My mind is wandering again. Good write my friend
🤣 Thank you, Soren. Your mind may be wandering, but it sounds perfectly at home in this poem. Between the heavy cream, preservatives, questionable life choices, and concerns about gum distribution, I’d say you’ve landed right in the neighborhood. Always appreciate you stopping by, my friend. 🥛💥🖤🙏
You are always most welcome my friend
good write my friend
Thank you, Norman. Always grateful for your support, my friend. Glad this absurd little splash of dairy-fueled chaos connected with you. 🥛💥🖤🙏
it did indeed, most welcome
A fine menu there for a Mr P. Solus. lol.
Haha, Orchi, the frightening part is that he probably wouldn’t even ask what the formaldehyde was doing there. He’d just nod and say, “Excellent vintage.” 😂 🥛💥🖤🙏
Oh, what times we waste on this rubbish. But no, it's of great importance as spinach may take over with P's slogan, 'Spinach rules OK!'. lol.
Dunno who ordered the milk but we know who ordered the spinach. It can only be one person. lol.
🤣 Thank you, Orchi. Exactly! The milk remains an unsolved mystery, but the spinach trail leads to one suspect and one suspect only. 🥛💥🖤🙏
Does he have 'yams' with spinach?
I found myself more drawn to the sound and momentum of the language than to any single interpretation. The contrast between words like "formaldehyde" and "copacetic copulation" creates a strange, almost dreamlike atmosphere, and the ending gave it a darkly humorous touch.
Thank you, arqios. That's actually how I hoped it might be experienced...less as a puzzle to solve and more as a ride through the language itself. Glad the strange little trip landed for you. 🥛💥🖤🙏
Thank you, arqios. That's actually how I hoped it might be experienced...less as a puzzle to solve and more as a ride through the language itself. Glad the strange little trip landed for you. 🥛💥🖤🙏
As it should be. I have been despairing the past half year of how far too many take poetry as a riddle or a treasure map instead of going to the heart of poem which is language wedded to soul/thought/heart. But yeah, that's my little whinge for the day 🕊️🙏
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