You might be told to stay home
Relax
Don’t Panic

Remember what I told you
It’s a stall
To maintain order
You’ll need to get free of the city
Hopefully
Before everybody else does

The TV will go to static
Your Cell phone wont have signal
And the power grid will blacken
People’s fear is going to explode
And the only real fuel source
Will be your will to live

Certain things will begin
Below the surface
Unsuspected
It will be more than
Rat Poison in dog food
A Pollen Coating that’s described
As a ‘Yellow Sheen’
Or another outbreak
Of hoof-in-mouth

It will begin on a Tuesday
And by Friday
If you’re still at home
I’ll feel for you

Large groups of well-armed black men
Will band together in gangs
And try to seize control of
Property, weapons and women

Scattered bands of middle-aged
Murderous white-men
Will be quietly scavenging the perimeter
In fixed desperation

Families will board themselves together
In cul-de-sac communities
And then savagely turn on each other
Once they’re
Out of food
Out of water
Out of hope
Out of choices

Everyone you meet
Will evaluate you
Like a product
Assess you
Kill you
And collect your
Supplies

You may not want to hear this
You probably don’t
Want to know
You may not make it out
With your loved ones
And sadly
You may not make it out at all

This might sound insane
But look –
For Winona Ryder

This might sound insane
But look –
For Winona Ryder

This might sound insane
But look up high
For Winona Ryder













from: During the Apocalypse (2007)