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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
as a dancing swan
i had a dream
i was louis vuitton
not no regular pawn
but vuitton—that bag
ain’t wearing no hag—
oops, that will get
someone to rag—
stalemate.
and back to vuitton,
as in louis,
except i wanted everything
bluey
pool clean,
dive in,
come out
the color
of paul giamatti
bluey.
frankly,
then muniz
said to manson,
marilyn that is,
not charlie,
“dreamy louis...”
i blinked,
realized indeed
i was now vuitton
bluey,
resurrected—
i confess,
in the image of
one nicknamed,
“Chewie”.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 23, 2026.
Tittu
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2026 11:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Wait. What?!? collection.
- Category: Surrealist
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- In collections: Wait. What?!?.
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Comments2
Have I got the films mixed up? Chewbacca, that Obi guy with saber; etc?! lol. We have Oi Be and I Yam. What rubbish we talk! lol.
Names and objects all connected in this poem Tristan. From a bag and a name to colors and crimes. A fun read with many inlays.
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