Monday, August 28, 2006

Zombcastics

Yet horrors, feet encased in plastic breath –
breath, squeeze: hangs in slipper, cantankerous
News clippings, sweet empty restriction, wall
Farms and collections to concrete hard wells,
the head’s irresistible smear, one force
one force matches in qualified splattered.
Can it be to smear for simple cruelty
One skull, its content slosh like lost message,
Content Forbidden, updates on enclosed
Horrors, the white tile, the teeth invite
Us to the waiting room, the encircled
Taper off of, a measured new hole bite.
So the empty room, human treacherous
Suffocated steps bind untimely deaths.

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