Compose yourself. They're closing in. And when they reach the city, There might be time for one last prayer. Apocalypse dreams and oceans of bourbon, a journey into the Mojave desert and with a queen of the otherworld. The poetry of C. S. Thompson evokes film noir and dark mysticism, a place of burned-out cities, collapsing civilizations and man-eating dreams. These poems paint the landscape of a world in decline, spinning out of the orbit of reason and into a nightmare.