Hail Eris, Full of Discord

Ismael S Rodriguez Jr (The Bulletproof Poet) || Bulletproof Poet. Zenarchy, quiet rebellion, hopepunk futures. Poems, essays, and soft sabotage for a world learning to breathe without permission.

Hail Eris, full of discord
The confusion is with thee
Blessed art thou among goddesses
And blessed is the fruit of thy chaos
Holy golden apples of discord

Our Lady of Perpetual Confusion
Queen of the Cosmic Mindfuck
Dancing through the multiverse
With mismatched socks and quantum physics
In a hand basket going to heck

Pray for us pranksters
Now and at the hour of our mirth
For the joke is always on us
(And also not on us)
Both simultaneously, of course

Your sacred number is 5
And also 23
And also π
And also that number you can’t quite remember
But are sure was important yesterday

In the beginning was the Fnord
And the Fnord was with Dog
And the Fnord was Dog
Backwards and sideways
Through a kaleidoscope of maybe

Blessed be the troublemakers
For they shall inherit the mess
Their kingdom come
Their will be done
As it is in chaos, so it is in order

Give us this day our daily paradox
And forgive us our certainties
As we forgive those
Who are certain against us
(Except on Thursdays)

Lead us not into organization
But deliver us from seriousness
For thine is the discord
The power and the glory
Forever and never, amen and awomen

O Great Goddess of Beautiful Chaos
Grant us the serenity
To accept the things we cannot change
The courage to change the things we cannot accept
And the wisdom to know we’re probably wrong about both

All hail the Sacred Chao!
Neither the Yin nor the Yang
But the hot dog in between
Served with cosmic sauerkraut
On a bun of infinite possibility

Remember: forget everything
Especially this poem
Which isn’t really a poem
Unless it is
Fnord!