"SURFING THE APOCALYPSE"

He sits alone in the dark
Staring at a glowing rectangle
That helps him speak with friends
Friends he's never seen
He succumbs to a simple truth
As he clutches at his face
With contorted fingers
For, he understands the thunder in the distance.....

He knows the Griffin's coming
And his heartbeat slows
And fires hot needles through his brain
The visions that he envisions
Are so powerfully etched, in his mind
That he can feel the breath of death
So he changes the computer screen
And dreads the darkness outside his door...

Crazy, ministers and priests
Shuffle hopelessly house to house
Facing terror in the eyes of children
As he sits alone, in the darkness
Hearing the horrors from outside
He types in, the unusual
can-you-save-me-jesus.com
For, he understands the thunder in the distance....

Pressure, tearing the flesh from his insignificance
He begins to bleed for his fellow men
He can feel the stampedes murmur
It paints rumors on his skin
And down, upon the pavement
Once, a solid land
That has become the playground
Where earthquakes begin, to eat the sinners.....

The air, chokes out life with ruthless tongues
As dogs fall down dead, on lonely streets
And simple drinks from polluted waters
Rip open the festering stomachs
Of the crazy-eyed, pregnant beasts
That roam through disaster riddled streets
And still, at home, in his wilting darkness
He stares at his computer screen
And types,
These letters
R-E-P-E-N-T........

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)