Apocalypse

i

I am the first sign of the apocalypse. I can make
a grown man cry. My children are the second sign

of the apocalypse. Philip K. Dick is my prophet and
right-hand man. I only have one. I only need one.

I am also: the kick of a gun, the kick of a stag,
the kick of a child in your womb
wanting out.


Albrecht Dürer kissed my palms; licked
the stigmata right from my hands!

ii

Meanwhile:
Prophets are renting rooms in a brothel.
Prophets are giving out prescription medication.
Prophets are yelling loudly at a leper colony, where I am currently vacationing.
Prophets are yelling:
You have blood on your mouth,
You have blood on your mouth!
Oh God, Oh God!


iii

Mountains are on fire.
Seas are rising and rising and
scientists are sitting in laboratories
documenting this. One by one we drown
or eat the sun.

I am placing my fingers in the wounds of my
father. I am placing my fingers in the wounds
of my father. I am placing my fingers in the wou-
nds of my  father. I am placing my fingers in the...