Travels

    Photo by Mary Bach

I journey with the sun

and rest in the moon;

rise, stretch, repeat.

Along the way

I spend the days

seeing

listening

breathing in

landscapes, seascapes, cityscapes

many-layered, dark and light.

Then pause

to taste, touch,

sift and filter

ten thousand revelations.

I journey with the sun

and rest in the moon,

stretch, sleep, repeat.

This is for Kerry in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  They are carrying on the fine 55 word tradition of Galen Hayes in asking for a fifty-five word response.  

Irregular Apocalypse

In the End Times

there was a den

filled with pinball machines

and short-skirted, Plasticine women,

and the multitudes were

playing and tilting and getting extra balls

and breaking all 12 of The Commandments.

And it came to pass in those days,

that there went out a decree

from Elton John

that coming to the land
was another Wal-Mart
and it would mark the beginning 

of an Irregular Apocalypse.

And the people were sore afraid.

And there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth

and taking of Xanax,

and also some hallucinogens.

And the people had Visions.

In the Visions the people saw a man

seated on the throne with a Book

with seven seals.

And the seals did balance balls on their noses, and

throw the balls to one another

and to the Plasticine women.

Then out of their mouths issued fire and smoke and brimstone,

because they had eaten Mexican food for dinner.

Then the people did behold seven horn players

who did wail on their instruments and

play a mighty dirge.

And Elton John did play his piano and sing.

And he sang unto all the peoples of the Earth:

With all these things that I've done

While everyone's lost, the battle is won.

This is for NaPoWriMo Day #4, from the apocalyse  Southland Tales prompt from IGwRT  and the Ian Banks prompt at NaPoWriMo.  And it's with apologies to The Killers and King James, Elton John and anyone else I may have offended along the way.