Apocalypse Pie

by Amy Levinson

Has your life ever passed by like molasses
Dripping from an old jar

Slowly, with the feeling that
Sweetness is on the way, but still so far?

Rapture comes in many forms
Retro-desire takes hold

You long for what you might have had
Erotic dreams so bold

Your crusty dripping flesh reveals
What your mind does not perceive

That you want to feel every emotion
Explosiveness relieved

Like the earthquake zone beneath LA
Flames to burn humanity's excess

I want to calm my flaming soul
And not be so damn restless.

Amy Levinson is a freelance writer in Olympia, Washington, a mother of three, has a graduate degree from Evergreen and is one of the usual suspects at protests and demonstrations.
E-mail: olympiagal@aol.com
Writing interests: Poetry, Politics, Social Issues
I.D. Theory articles: "Apocalypse Pie" | "Sex Workers Art Show" | "Dot Commie Versus Dot God" | "Picking Up David"
Links: StreetMail.com | CanDo.com