There once was a zombie named Alfred,
Who couldn't believe he was dead.
But brains desired,
Common sense backfired.
So he did as the gruesome dead.

Surviving the tornado is rarely heard,
As the metropolis was surely stirred.
It could be called a raging killer,
Such a thing but a pillar.

It lifts up spouses,
It lifts up houses,
Many people have no where left to run,
From a death worse than any gun.

Hopefully, no-one experienced this before,
Even though its far more likely than war.
Yet, there’s not much left to be said,
Thus many people have just fled.

Now all that's left for you to do,
Is to run on your cue.

Smoked salmon lightly charred,
Sweetness in air like
Saccharin infused with mulch and cedar.

Barking of sled hounds
Benign touch of the dry, cold wind to
Bland your nerves

Temperatures below zero
Still welcoming
The sun peeking out from grey clouds

The beginning of a new day,
In the arms of Alaska.

Boom, whizz, chicka-chicka-choo
Spinning around through the sky
Lightning up the night

Hands shaking, lips trembling,
What exactly do you see?

A spider dangling in your face
Or a witch's broom crackling?

Concealed in a dark, closed room
Or the sound of thunder and lighting?

Zombies eating your brains (if you actually have any),
Or the sinking feeling of dying?

Of all the nightmares in the world,
Which one leaves you shivering?

I used to think
That the oceans were salty
Because they came from tears.

I thought that the oceans
Were an embarkment of water
From millions of people's sadness.

And the more we cried,
The more our sadness will dry out
Into the ocean.

If we managed to cry every tear,
Into the sea
We wouldn't be sad.

Tick, Tock
He is covered in mud
For so long, dark brown
The years have left him
Cold to the touch

Click, click
Tasting of dust and
The bark of birch
Gears in his mind
Constantly shifting

Tick, Tock
His tapping heartbeat
Breathing sequentially
Chorus of bells
It's his job

Ding, ****
There goes my grandfather clock

No rain, no blossom
Leaving vacant hearts to dwell
Alone, nothing left

It's alright to cry,
my mother told me so
'Cause out from rain,
there will always be rainbows