APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL

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

FOUR PROSE POEMS

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Criminal The sky has the greenish pallor of tarnished silver. I can feel in my joints it’s going to snow. I’m what you wouldn’t want to be – an old, achy, white male, a hated artifact of patriarchy. How others see us affects how we come to see ourselves. Just a week before his suicide, FOUR PROSE POEMS

THE LAST DAYS OF MANKIND

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In 2030 plane crashes in the US began to outnumber successful landings. Global averages varied. And while the total number of flights taking off every day had been steadily decreasing, in no small part due to the intensifying shortage of planes, people were still more willing than one might have previously expected to risk such THE LAST DAYS OF MANKIND

“NO MAN IS AN ISLAND, BUT THEN I’M NOT A MAN”

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i’m an island of trash.my friends call me trash island.they throw charity dinners to rid the world of me.how many nonprofits does it take before you get the joke?the punchline:my friends are here to kill me.the liberals are out to get me.my republican comrades won’t admit i exist.my island family having been rescued from me “NO MAN IS AN ISLAND, BUT THEN I’M NOT A MAN”

MCCREARY V. STATE OF TEXAS

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666 S.W.2d 147 (1959) James G. McCREARY, Appellant, v. STATE of Texas, Appellee. No. 81187. IN THE COURT OF CRIMINAL APPEALS, TEXAS.  November 16, 1959. Herman Gass, Gass & Gladwell, Freiburg, for appellant. Jim Bormann, Dist. Atty.; Harlan C. Fish, Asst. Dist. Atty., Freiburg; and Leon Fuller, State’s Atty., Austin, for the State. WILKINSON, C.J., MCCREARY V. STATE OF TEXAS

“STRANGERS IN SUNSET PLACES”

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The living God hangs above us,thrashing wailing against her copper wire restraints.Sunburned saints bleeding into her gapless mouthripped bloody torn by endless gusts.Cyan paints scouth and sapless holocentrus eyesturned towards Bethlehem! Cry out now Rāḥēl in crypt with horn in hand!Down to Dallas headless national guards marchclothed in sinner’s braun guise,those crushed swarming flies tearingfilahelm “STRANGERS IN SUNSET PLACES”

MAYFLIES

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Roger Federov looked at his bedroom window with disgust. The large bay window facing Lake Erie was coated in a thick layer of mayflies, their huddled bodies breaking up the clear blue sky beyond. When he and his wife first saw this bedroom, she called it a million-dollar view, a sentiment the realtor agreed with. MAYFLIES

“LYME IDEOLOGY”

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growing up in farm countrylower mid-michiganlyme diseasewas talkedabout on tvor newspapersas a naturaltho unfortunate conditionpassed on naturallyfrom ticksany + all tickstook decadesto find out Lyme, Connecticutwas a small townacross the water from Plum Islandfederal bioweapons labrun by one of the nazisinvited over after WWIIby the ciawho thought ticks werethe best way to infectan enemy populationlike “LYME IDEOLOGY”

R/FARMLAND: DOES ANYONE REALLY USE FARMERS ONLY DOT COM? I’M ASKING SERIOUSLY I’M A LANDOWNER IN CO LOOKING FOR COMPANY [SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY]

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[Serious answer] For a while I think I was the only call girl in Grand Junction advertising her services on Craigslist. They tried to cut off prostitution on Craigslist a few years ago and most girls left — they were scared, I don’t know, they’d get arrested? That’s what the warnings they sent you said R/FARMLAND: DOES ANYONE REALLY USE FARMERS ONLY DOT COM? I’M ASKING SERIOUSLY I’M A LANDOWNER IN CO LOOKING FOR COMPANY [SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY]

“ANIMAL CONTROL”

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“Dog bites child—child arrested.”A blurb below the fold said.Query: will he be okay?What trauma was done that day? A dog that’s bit is never the same,Nightmares of screams always remain.Bitter flesh between his teeth,Could ruin his food for weeks. Women reading the article mutter,“Kids these days, why do we bother?Education and Ritalin, yet they run “ANIMAL CONTROL”

LEECH MOOCH POOCH

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Tins shudder in the cupboards when the leech mooch taps her lined knuckles on my door, walls so thin the bumps carry in the plaster, making flakes on my shit, the dinky possessions I’ve squirrelled to box up and seldom unpack, mostly, because I only live here in fits, but she notices when I’m moving LEECH MOOCH POOCH