The people
They move
They slide
So smooth
Behind the bar
Around the bar
Moving far
Out of bounds
Around the town

I like to watch people
Watch them as they move about the room
Completely consumed
With the feeling or sense
Of the full moon
Throw it all away
They are sweating it out
Bleeding it dry
Speaking too loud
To remember the next day
Or what was said despite
The rambling actions
Of my sorry head
The walking dead
That's what they are
Zombies!
Zombies?
******* there's no such thing
There is only misplaced actions
In interrupted scenes.

****** mess it is:
All of it;
All of you mother *******.