Apocalypse Reversed

A medulla packed with bodies teetering

on the edge, gripping tightly to each fret.

A bible to the bosom holding secret

hopes  of falling – tsk tsk. BASKETCASES!

Zombie lobsters swimming, scurrying, searching

for the penny with the powers of a

time machine - to change rainbows to graphics of tungsten.

A kiosk perched in blurry ooze only selling

childish macaroni murals and

a bobbin to help quilt memories together.

A tow truck  yanks an illuminating sheet

over a world shoved into the darkness.

The bodies now march – shillelaghs in hand –

following the sounds of Father Time’s harmonica.