my neighbors still slept
as the zombies crept through town
they awoke undead

mom threw a grenade
the zombie blew up, alas,
blood got in her mouth

gunning down zombies,
my arm was bitten. weeping,
i hacked it clean off

later i saw mom
dead-eyed, moaning, and ******
and slit my lone wrist

nora burned the stairs
zombies piled up beneath her
rotten hands grasping

nora stayed upstairs
after five days of terror
she starved to death there

dad was cleverest
he fled to the Atlantic
to escape by boat

wading through driftwood
he found a russian u-boat
full of gnarled corpses

not dead as they seemed
the kremlin zombies leapt up
and ate my dad's brains

A forester named Johnny Splinter
could never find work in winter,
but when summer was nigh and the fires were high
he'd make twelve thousand hosing down tinder.

Stumbling my way through a hazy maze
trying to fill up my lazy days.
It turns out that if you're
dropped into a beer vat
you'll sink to the bottom
and fade away.

okay I
feel kinda feverish
need Chinese food
pass Chinese food on the way to
the light circle center of the city of the worlds
Greasy hair I have
greasy hair man it's frigid to the touch
and stiffly trapped in the smog wind tunnel I
jumping from bus to bus
from light to light to light city

we'll sit here and listen as it envelops our existence
silently we'll witness the instant come with no resistance
just reminiscing about how it was
how it is how it never will be and how come
letting the sand slip through our hands like an hourglass
our last thoughts of how fast the hours passed
back when time mattered + we shattered every dream we ever had
and then walked on the shards to bleed and understand
my feet never healed. it's a constant reminder that
things fall apart
and that life is defined as
an action that you would have taken differently
if you had only known

like this epiphany of you and me alone

looking into your eyes as they reflect the chaos in the sky
yeah - better late than never
although we would've been great together

I have one tree in my back yard
with deep roots
and few leaves
and from it I have tasted a dozen red and gold crisp apples, still
this is the only one that has kept me past
the first bites
and I will gnaw it down to the seeds
and then I will devour those too

you said to me in November of two thousand and six
that I was separated from other women
by the joy in my motions
and my genuine lust, not fettered by guilt
or glazed over with obligation
plus, you toothied up at me,
your ***** is grrrgeous
but in may of two thousand and eight
when we bumped into each other at a concert
you called me Katherine