End-of -the-world morning
I'm alone at the Apcalypto bar.
the waitress looks at me
with her jellyfish eyes .
The dead sea rolls in furious waves
calling sinners to walk on waters .
This morning the sky draws hyena skin.
Obscene streets piss their night of infamy.
At the Apocalypto bar ,
I am waiting for the black army to arrive
at the umpapah pace of a rat charmer !
I read in tuesday paper
that Jupiter was a liar !
And Saturn a serial killer !
At the apocalypto bar
cursed and succubi are welcome !
And also dream breakers
who lynch the dabblers !
'' Please let the toilet door open
I adore rose pearls ! ''
At the Apocalypto bar
pompei is shattered
the towers crumble
and deads won't rise again...
I'm not a poet !
Only echo of the voiceless
to be thrown under the metro
or hang in the web
without even a polite goodbye...
I'm not a pen-pusher !
Simply the prophet ,
vacuum friend and madness lover !
Letting flies socialize
on haram carcasses
I'm off to set back
the passers-by clock '
that beckon when life goes by...
It was a may day
aboard Apocalypto .
Mi amor !
Espresso macchiato !
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2025 07:18
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Comments3
This poem has its own rebellious rhythm and breath, along with a slightly chaotic and expressionistic style. Post-punk runs through every line. And the 'Apocalypto bar' is not so much a place as it is a state of being. It feels like a 'Babylon in decline'.
" Post-punk '' decadent style ! I like a lot the idea !
A poem with a dark horizon that has at the same time a firmness and resolve just as any tough bar that we would walk into. Loved it
Thank you and welcome aboard !
Great write
Thank you for your appreciation !
You're welcome
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