Apocalypse Bird

Apocalypse Bird

 

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My mind is like a backwoods shack.

Laughter blinded by the light beams

who whisper life through spaces

between long-dead logs. Wind

blows. Creaks warn me that I could

collapse at any time. Stubborn

foundation scoffs at the doom

prophecies.

 

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Whiskey eases my ache.

Self-medication:

a honeybee sucks soda

from a discarded aluminum can

because all the local

flowers are dead.

 

T

Life eats death.

Death ends life.

I am both at once.

Must be why she hates my

philosophical poems.

 

Golden crosses

and stone stars

wither in the sudden

cold snap.

 

$

Sounds of bankruptcy echo

in wooden stumps

that reach for meaning,

fumble with the laces

and throw cracked leather

work boots from second

story windows.

 

!

Theology is like removing a fishhook

from the bill of an angry duck.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is like siting in a darkened room and watching a series of still pictures flash against the wall at a speed just too fast for the eye to relay the message to the brain - identification comes a little too late, because the next picture is already there. Brilliant psychological imagery and backhand philosophy.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Sure hate when i hook the Duck! Mesmerizing images. A very tasty treat!

[cfix]

I really enjoyed this write.
Love the begining of it.
Very well expressed and written.
Nicely done!

[OT]

wooo a very psychological mind trip here!! strong images implanted like that weird jesus one which you stare at and then sticks in your head for a few minutes ha brilliant language!! like a full on psychoactive attack!! nice! I'm tripping here haha

[Allen Masterson]

Great piece! That last stanza is like a bonus punch in the psyche. Nice work.