Hereafter

Days i’ve prayed in Oblivion

Holed up behind iron bars born from

Self-doubt and unending malaise

Strolling streets and swigging pisswater

from any Entity which offered

I was adrift in eternity, 12AM WAKE UP!

Four walls grow closer, apartment in

Center of Gaul Heights, wooden floor

Ant infested, roaches burrow behind blackened

Plaster panels, dogs and cats shedding to near

Baldness, fleas land on my ankle, masked by hairs

On my leg, ten or so cycle, irritation boils, sun

Blasts even when opaque shades infuse nuclear rays

Seven more fleas encroach- my leg a rash I cannot itch.

A/C fades in and out like a fever dream pushing me to

Some Form of Heaven in Hell, so I go an hour more, write

What comes to mind, beauty beyond isolation;

She calls, a woman, a girl, somewhere between the end of adolescence

And bloom of adulthood, hair an array of hues: she is but a guide.

Saw Samantha fade before Legion APCs and thudding Abrams

called out for her sorrow, pity of my unraveling days of twenty-something-hood

never did I fear forests echoing M4 rounds circling Autumn clouds

air abundant Aims deciphering winds, sights crossed and ready to report

another descendent slaughtered in twigs and timelines

Devil’s Den lifeline carries daughter forth, soldiers cut and chatter all suns laughter clouded,

winded by F-16s and thunderstorms, out in Oceanside tropics, lofty rural reprieve, sow hours

with future offspring, on sings weapons of revolutions, on oaks and pines travel with

keen brass munitions, artillery passionately crashes pulsing dirtied rivers, sip toxins

Acidic Hellfire venturing from every entity that was sprung from magma sun and

wavering bodies of azul, arctic eyes remain ahead, she runs and follows Old Regime

operatives trusting commands in faith to those she saw slaughtered in Oceans of Oblivion.

She found solace in spring and winter treks scolding Arkansan eras, days of her wanderlust and spiraling wars with twenty-something-hood oddly she cared for what would harm her, no wound could dive into the catacombs of Alexandria's Robespierre slaughter, father and mother soil of new arcadia, brothers cut to bone, flesh deciphered, dried, hung for

Council’s pleasure.

Danced with the devil in Eden, convened and pivoted to Afterlife, scrolled friend after

death, from hundredth floor he viewed his last glance of Historia, stole God’s breath

leaped thereafter

Drones and onlookers recorded every sorrow in his legs up to his pixel wept eyes, entities vanish

nothing new, just reruns