As sun slips again beyond
cloud layer after another
week of impossible
demands on that press &
this person.
Quarter lb of beef, some
southwestern salsa & sharp
cheddar on tortilla chip plan
with a few moments carved out
for poem that actually began
earlier in semi-psychedelic
state in supermarket watching
hypersapiens rip the heads off
unaware shoppers. These fuckin'
brain eaters - there's more & more
now that there's less & less
oxygen. They vote too. Aw,
fuck it, they only attack
believers, & standing in line
with them, get silent reverie
of cheese shop mother used
to take me to. She'd buy the
stinkiest cheese to make the
best macaroni & cheese you
ever ate. In parking lot, seagulls
swooped on the zombies &
foot-long dragonflies came in
mass from the clump of trees
by the interstate. I stood there &
watched for the longest time.
ron Poet
5/16/2008 20:21:28
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goddamn zombies...
didi Poet
5/16/2008 23:29:38
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what are zombies besides what Abbott and Costello run into in their movies?
korn Poet
5/16/2008 23:33:51
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best zombies are from late 60s all throughout 70s.
here is a zombie fighting a shark for instance.
And here is a zombie snail.
didi Poet
5/16/2008 23:48:24
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I don't think those are the zombies mike and ron are talking about -- I am thinking it is some kind of new trend that I have not heard about like maybe the new Hippie or the new Punk rocker or the new Skin head....
something new I did not know existed until I read this poem. The Zombies. But not like in the band from the sixties....
korn Poet
5/17/2008 00:23:45
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in that case I never met anyone who wasn't a zombie in some way.
BRAAAINS!
Daryl Poet
5/17/2008 08:14:06
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Nice poem Mike.
Drive-in Zombies. Oui.
Daryl Poet
5/17/2008 08:41:33
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I used to be in band called
the Drive-In Zombies. We
couldn’t technically “play” our
instruments but the critics said
we looked like “death warmed
over”.I guess you could say
it was the highpoint of my life.
Well, except for yesterday.
Yesterday was nuts!
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