Nothing quite like a good Zombie movie to make you laugh all that blood and guts, biting and killing and eating flesh. Dante would have been impressed.
No one told me, Death, was a she She stopped by my house, We had tea She spread her black wings In my sitting room, She was beautiful But smelled of doom, I called her a *****, She said to me, "Sorry, my dear, I'm necessity."
I swear I could hear someone scratching on the lid of their coffin I went back the next day and I swear it got weaker until the day after when it had stopped. completely.
I see the burial party, pallbearers, priest, a single mourner and the gravedigger leaning on his *****. I am in the box lowered six feet down its my turn, and there is no coming back. How many centuries will time tick on how far into a future will I be forgot? What date chiselled into my headstone may amaze a perusing wanderer ?
these bones that hide away have seen us thus far thus far and no further and the flesh falls off as skeletons dance a jangle round the graveyard night while fleshy creatures still in the flesh dream dream that nightmares are not real.
Clinical love washed clean with gasoline burns your skin pink its an abc you learned in the womb - how to argue your way out of a tight spot with a lit match held tight in between your thumb and finger. Its all relative where even the Sun is your brother or sister who burns to death those caught in a desert and the world turns with the turn of a key while all mechanical actions take place washed clean with gasoline burns your skin pink and clinical love is a lit match held tight in between your thumb and finger. .
all those memories stashed away under your skullcap a nightly dreamtime the reward at the end of day its one of the last frontiers and its just behind your eyes a place so unique with so many different computations and yet can be so recurring it can seem like a haunting a nightmare without end, a place of demons.