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calypso apocalypse
wonder if I can recognize the ever uglier-changing
world around the world
in a daylight-failing room across the ever darkening
sky the sun flexes its last muscles down over
weakened shore soulsearchers
and anticipators of calypso apocalypses
whatever she believes in she forgets about her
car broke down again but at least the bruises on her
left arm are healing
I left briefly. took a dream about slides bringing me down.
down lofty interstates tonight I'll drive somewhere
else in search of a lost belief or a lost friend
leave my impressions with newspaper ink fingerprints
from the book I was reading about when they
dropped the Bomb on humanity
and humanity flinched and covered its eyes
blinded from the light that ended the war
now it's time to start all over again
but she says I'm not ready for a change
and so I disagreed
I am gone sans gravity through grasshopper nights
when the rains just started falling and I was singing
goodbye, blue Monday.
today she drove me mad so I drove like a madman
through blind country streets without
lamps to light our ways out of town
headed out like a band of robbers
escaping an executioner's grin through the guillotine
driving for the dawn's ever-changing colorful reason
for admiration
-By Andrew Peterson
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