APOCALYPSES: SCENARIO #267-590

air so cold breath rattles down my throat like a penny tumbling in the cracked engine of a ford ranger going on with a broken a c full of candles during an ice age exhaling centuries worth of disappointment a loose spark plug coughs tufts of chromed grass i figure that to be this cold i must have earned it like stepped on the crack that grew into the unbalancing earthquake or burnt the last drop of coal needed to smother the earth s atmosphere with a black velvet blanket the sun might as well be the innocence of my childhood what cannot be fled becomes appendage i inhale snowmen plot in the alley behind my eyes i piss ice shuffles in a whiskey glass when i drink water i m a fistful of salt spreading on saturn feet buckets of blood beneath a butcher s table a shirt black sweater flannel coat coax my organs from resignation i m a seed sown in layers of wool polyester nylon every memory of soup burning tongue i ll drown in these blankets te lo juro full of heat with nothing left to burn i inhale ropes of rebar tumbling down a pink well i exhale a cloud of satin stalactites that disperse outline my obsidian reflection The post APOCALYPSES SCENARIO - appeared first on The Texas Observer