December 2010
My Apocalypse
When it is over
Will you take me with you?
I had always dreamt that we would go dance on the moon
No gravity to limit us
Stare down at the now preserved lonely earth
Blue green swirls of forbidden nature
We met down at the theater
Waiting to see a movie of love and war
And the very first thing you said to me was
What shade of purple is your hair?
“Inked and pierced, smelling of smoke and whiskey, she walked in with a swagger...”
