
hold up, now,
don’t you start,
i’m here for poets—
don’t you have the heart?—
zero poems written,
zero poems ever read?—
all with fantastic emotions,
like the one about the walking dead—
the great swelling imagery
of mangled flesh torn apart,
so, wanna hop over to insta—
for my commissioned pixel art?
POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Wait. What?!? collection. A huge thank-you to the fearless moderators who protect poetry communities from accounts that use generic comments as unsolicited advertisements rather than genuinely participating in the reading and sharing of poetry.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 17, 2026.



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