Posts Tagged ‘zombie’

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Felonious kicks
For stupid pricks
Cavorting like corpses through purple twilight
Tedious fucks
Out of luck
When concrete cracks
Buildings collapse
Never go back to the town of your birth
Where skeletons parade through lonely streets
First people you meet
Have no eyes and no faces
Spectres haunt corners and grimace like gargoyles
Cars pass driven by porcelain princesses
Taking their kids to school
While their identikit husbands toil
Through uneven soil
And death’s maw beckons
At every second
To suck them into the pit
Full of shit
They consume and sit in front of television
Hypnotized
Hype glazes their eyes
And zombifies their skulls till everything just seems to blur
Into a grey and infinite turd
Stinking up their neurons and rendering them vegetable
Useless as a used condom

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Corpse of a clown
Face without eyes
Deadweight diatribe against earth magic
Maudlin musing about nocturnal naughtiness
Dead grey foetus in a rubbish bin
Dead eyed optimism
Dead eyed consumerism
Corpse of a chorus girl
Makeup blurred, legs spread
Paranoia, Paranoia
Meanwhile many at the old folks home are
Entranced by the possibility of a quiet death
A quick death
Sacrificial mechanisms confound and confuse
And Paranoia seeps in
Encrusted with schadenfreude
Beaten to a spaghetti consistency
Squeezed through skull
Aching for cold lips
Of death kiss
Corpse of Marilyn Monroe
Necrophilia
Paranoia, Paranoia
Eyeball sliced like an egg
Eye-juice oozes
Poison gas pass-times eat away the soul
Napalm nightmares blaze across the cranium
Paranoia, Paranoia
Road-kill retro-action to circumvent cynicism
Squashed cat somnambulism
Body-bag of broken bones
Corpse of a junkie
Fantasy zombie collapses
Cold in a corner
Paranoia, Paranoia
Rigour mortis
Statue of the living
Physical indelible memory
Every corpse like a leaf in the wind
And a cell in the body of the grim reaper

Zombie

Posted: April 25, 2014 in poetry
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Immortality beckons with a skeletal finger curling into a hook,
A poison shroud descends like mist and drifts softly into place,
I cannot breathe but I know I will not die,
And everything around me decays as if sped towards doom in a satanic carriage, racing towards a fractal abyss.
The candle burns at twice the rate,
The pot plants atrophy into dead wood,
The furniture disintegrates,
The dust crumbles into finer dust.
Here, tangled in spider-webs ,I wait for the maw of melancholy.
Fear it’s howl, know it’s taste.
It will suck me into black nothing through the stench of putrefaction,
And funnels out my marrow through pursed dead lips with the kiss of decay,
To drown me in cadavers and fill my mouth with dust,
Until I arise a servant of all that is unholy and unchaste,
Covered in decomposing flesh and longing to feast on the brains of the innocent.