The Celebrity ApocalypseA Poem by Luke RittaA beatnik poem about the end of the world.The celebrity apocalypse We are all sitting around a campfire having a grand time. I am talking to Bob Dylan about the Dharma Bums and San Francisco while on the other side of the campfire Francis Ford Coppola and Martin Scorsese are talking about the Catholic Church and gagster movies.
We pass a bottle of hobo wine between us, Dylan strums on his guitar and I look into the fire and see Johnny cash gazing back at me. There is a loud noise from the woods, It is Lynyrd Skynyrd playing Free Bird. I look at the moon and see men walking across it, I share a can of beans with Bob and then I finally see a wild man with a beard Walking towards me in a cloud of smoke. It’s Jim Morrison. The blues plays out into the night, Muddy, Hopkins, Hooker and Johnson looks Down over us from the clouds above with their soulful eyes. A native Indian Sits down next to me. She asks me if I know her friend named Marlon? Before I can answer there is a huge white flash in the distance…The world is engulfed in fire and destruction…Bob continues playing his guitar. © 2011 Luke RittaFeatured Review
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Added on September 16, 2011Last Updated on September 16, 2011 AuthorLuke RittaLondon, United KingdomAboutHi, I am 26 and from London. I love writing short stories, poems and novels. My writing is a bit like Jack Kerouac and Ernest Hemingway. I love reading classic Literature, from Tolstoy to Proust, I .. more..Writing
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