The Apocryfullest Issue
The full lips. The Apocalyptic hip chicks in all their
wrapping their bicycle chains around
an atomic event.
A 'relativisation' to be sure. That is to say, we're all hedging our assertions
and imagining eschatological rescue feats.
Esquetrology predicts we’ll be dead when
nips the seventh star of Pegasus (but I don’t care).
This has all been clearly indicated in the finest apocraphalyspal tradition.
Mainlining a fresh set of perambulations
Fuck this apocalypse. Have another from the recesses of guttural responses
predating all columns
of molded vain roundness .
Have this other
still not organic nor growing
as far as tell can
(as given on Mount Supposition)
Sacred ground sans firma
It's a glorious!place one doesn't
have to believe in
Your own potential was seen once
or infinite in one form or another
formulizing debt to a cause
only to see it all come crashing down.
Well, fuck that apocalypse!
Have yet another.
a pocket I Ching
ain't nuthin but a series
of 64's and 6 three's
a blurry-eyed cross
between a hotspot on the earth
and a universal first time for everything
but hey! it's as simple as that
hat and flat
Rockefeller ring finger
Save your monkeys in a lilac bag of fuck you
A hat full of feathers and bubble gum
Set loose with the Three Pigmen of the Apocaloops strapped to marble
on a sacred playing surface of your choice.