The Celebrity Apocalypse

The Celebrity Apocalypse

A Poem by Luke Ritta
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A beatnik poem about the end of the world.

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The celebrity apocalypse

 

 

We are all sitting around a campfire having a grand time.

I am talking to Bob Dylan about the Dharma Bums and San Francisco while on the other side of the campfire Francis Ford Coppola and Martin Scorsese are talking about the Catholic Church and gagster movies.

 

 

We pass a bottle of hobo wine between us, Dylan strums on his guitar and I look into the fire and see Johnny cash gazing back at me.

There is a loud noise from the woods,

It is Lynyrd Skynyrd playing Free Bird.

 

 

I look at the moon and see men walking across it, I share a can of beans with Bob and then I finally see a wild man with a beard

Walking towards me in a cloud of smoke.

It’s Jim Morrison.

 

 

The blues plays out into the night, Muddy, Hopkins, Hooker and Johnson looks

Down over us from the clouds above with their soulful eyes. A native Indian

Sits down next to me. She asks me if I know her friend named Marlon?

 

Before I can answer there is a huge white flash in the distance…The world is engulfed in fire and destruction…Bob continues playing his guitar.

© 2011 Luke Ritta


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wow amazing I just Loved this!!! The second stanza made me lol

"There is a loud noise from the woods"
(I was kinda expecting something scary)

"It is Lynyrd Skynyrd playing Free Bird"
(:but got something funny instead:)

Free Bird is one of my fave songs

as Lin-J said "the concept is mind blowing" Made me wish I had thought of it haha that's how much I loved this poem

pure poetic brilliance and its finest

100/100

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I like this poem. Took me back to days when I was young roaming the Santa Cruz beach finding ghosts and music. Each of the characters are favorite of mine. Would be cool to hang with people who had vision and the word. Too bad many have left this world. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


wow amazing I just Loved this!!! The second stanza made me lol

"There is a loud noise from the woods"
(I was kinda expecting something scary)

"It is Lynyrd Skynyrd playing Free Bird"
(:but got something funny instead:)

Free Bird is one of my fave songs

as Lin-J said "the concept is mind blowing" Made me wish I had thought of it haha that's how much I loved this poem

pure poetic brilliance and its finest

100/100

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A wonderful vivid picture brilliantly told, love the imagery you have built up and the concept is mind blowing. well done x

Posted 12 Years Ago


I think this is the best way the world could end, having all those around you. Oh if only I could have all those around me, just as you described, I wouldn't mind if the world would end in the next minute.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOW

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love your poetry, as I love your musical heroes I see comming through your writings. You amaze me every time! :D great work! " finally see a wild man with a beard
Walking towards me in a cloud of smoke." Stunning ;)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A epic look through a window to another world.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Luke Ritta
Luke Ritta

London, United Kingdom



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Hi, I am 26 and from London. I love writing short stories, poems and novels. My writing is a bit like Jack Kerouac and Ernest Hemingway. I love reading classic Literature, from Tolstoy to Proust, I .. more..

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