an apocalypse

 1.the stone gasps of horror

the darkness between

the wistful spirit-filled tempests

the mud black tire-some graveyards

2. the razor bone terrace of

decapitation; midst yelps

and welps of death

the moabite weepng

of grim windmills

that lashes winds on

the untethered dead

hymns are collective

comprehensions

3.what was said

wasnt uttered

around corpses

as if the room

an exoskeleton

the room absorbed

the emotion deep

in the unhuman grooves

of the lightsome one

we found elongated faces

straining blowing up the glow

of minds in neolithic timing

button up your bear skin

and feather cloaks

the hunt has begun

4.the utter ruzzle

groans from foaming idols

my writhing stimulus

connected through

cryptid tunnels

crawling through

broken synagogues

turned to depravity

one church stood out

the bagpiper playing lurch

with reptile finger

beckoned me

to the loaf of bread

children

danger

he warned me

he warned me

the sun longed to warm

me but grew cold

terraforming

5. some apocalypse

the streets ruptured

and sewers bleeding ruckus

and heavy leaden breathing

the burnt pages

was a corpus

blasphemous

and more then so, demented

yet the silent pray

the loud ones rave

and only one thing

left is in your head

6. dead

under the underpass

cars lights and autonomy

minds. were our stars

and death was what we lived

while living

as we gave

and in the giving

were depraved

bitter tears

cool the sun

water prisms

were forgot

the bitter earth

can shake off

the delirious dirt

that all comes

down to

hurt