APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL

a journal of edgy extrapolations, fringe fascinations, occult obsessions, risky ruminations, and aberrant associations.

THREE POEMS

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Pugilist It’s me and you inside a drunkard’sdream. where teenage boys dissectan ouroboros on the asphalt of thehigh school parking lot. They aren’tboys, they’ve grown non-newtonian,they’ve grown five stories tall likethe gundam figurines in their room.Like a pair of disembodied boxinggloves. Attached to no one savethe notion of sixteen-bit violence. It’s me and you underthe THREE POEMS

“THIS”

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The first word. On top of a cathedral. Wind barking. The cathedral is a statue. The cathedral is blue under a blue sky. This word is a spiral. Singing is not invented yet. Tongues are lapping. You are still a student. I am old with the park that was bombed. The cathedral that the park “THIS”

“FILAMENTS” – “A DANCE OF LAMENT”

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Filaments Filaments of water reach her bare feet,Delicate roots submerged in the fresh darkness,Abandoned by the moon. Filaments of water—sparkling on a spider web,Little diamonds in the midst of the forest,A sharp wind tries to steal them. Filaments of water inside her—boiling.Yet bathing in coldness,Tempting scent of damp earth. Spiders skim her feet, climb her “FILAMENTS” – “A DANCE OF LAMENT”

FOUR POEMS SUBMITTED AS EVIDENCE

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Visitor back to the crime sceneadrenalinehands shaking they sayGod is everywhere well he isn’t hereunless he is me Beetle I am notyour friendI will killagain Killer a killerwatches his crime scenefrom the crowd you will never haveas much funas he is having Typewriter Hundreds of pagesof typed papercontaining thesame one linerepeated “I’d do it all FOUR POEMS SUBMITTED AS EVIDENCE

“LITTER”

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Since viewing the footageall the birds sound like a recordingdarts taste of a mycologist’s basementwhere eyes sprout static tendrilsyou’re trapped in an elaborate idlenessshoulders more assemblage requiredhard-boiled on the floor againyou’d get the bends if you stood up straightso take a dose and strap inwe have an assignment for you Your temporal handler is backon “LITTER”

“TRAILCAM TRIGGERED AT 00:01”

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we want to see the steeplesthe ones we heard about from youin hushed, glittering whispersthat died against the hot stairway airlike newborn paper airplanesdiscarded somewhere halfway up we want to see the hanged mannot for too long, we promisejust long enough to pluck wispy fibersfrom the knot, we’ll braid them intowigs for clothespin dolls ormanes “TRAILCAM TRIGGERED AT 00:01”

“WHALE NURSERY” – “DARKNESS”

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Whale Nursery I watch my feet slip under water.I tried to walk on it –I fell in instead.How had I miscalculatedso precariouslyso disastrously? Right now, I am floatingin a pool of 34% salination.Baby whales bob nearbybreathing easilyjust like me. Yesterday, I waspart of a gannet colonyon Bass Rock. Last week, I was a selkieand I “WHALE NURSERY” – “DARKNESS”

“COKE” – “ICE CREAM”

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coke The sign for “Coke”as in “Coca-Cola”looks as if you arejabbing a needleinto your arm.It is doneby using yourdominant handindex fingerto pokeyour non-dominantarm’s bicep.It’s true folks.I’m not making this up!And I’m not talking about “cocaine.”I’m talking about the drink.Why this is the caseis debated somewhatin the Deaf world.Many people thinkit is because of the ideaof “COKE” – “ICE CREAM”

“INTERROGATION” – “FREE SCARECROW” – “HOW I CRUSH MY THOUGHTS”

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INTERROGATION “Do you have a problem?”“Do you have a problem?” Me?You’re asking me? What problem could I possibly have? “Then what’s your answer?” I searched myself—wrists, mouth, chest—found nothing. “Then what are you doing?” I knelt.I heard it splinter beneath me. Glass.I gathered,held them.My own eyes. Pressed them to my face.A strange warmth bled into “INTERROGATION” – “FREE SCARECROW” – “HOW I CRUSH MY THOUGHTS”

A SPECIAL PRESENTATION: GRAAL

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Galahad, upon finally seeing the Grail, was in such a state of ecstasy that he wished only to die. His request was granted, and on his way back to Arthur and his round table, Galahad was lifted into Heaven. Entering the pearly gates while alive is no easy feat, but for Galahad, who accomplished what A SPECIAL PRESENTATION: GRAAL