All the freedom tonight

His white sweatband fit snug around
his crew cut and the basketball court
seemed to have the glow of fireflies in the
remnants of a radiation leak.

Green was the world this night,
for every moon since the comet hit has been
black stripes and checker board blood clots.
We had to seek shelter in the planetarium
and awoke to a world where the dead
kept on living.

Renegade in his own right.
Maybe the last man on earth
with a steady heartbeat since the others disappeared.

Cigarette flicked to the neon blacktop
he hears them coming.
Their bones clanking and rattling
like glass bottles down an iron fence.

His reason for vengeance lye naked in the backseat of
the Camaro.
He found her that way a few days ago.
Zombie fingers had fallen off inside her.
Eyes once brown turned black with yellow pupils.

He'll wait for his time tonight
like the animals he had seen as a boy.
Shaking their bodies in the fields and staying
low to the ground, waiting for that poor prey to
turn their necks before striking.

Or he'll wander back to the planetarium
with his girl and a flashlight.

Where he'll stay till world ends.
Where he'll stay till the suns comes out again.
Where he'll stay cause he'll never realize that the zombie is him
and they walk like that only when he's around.

And when he remembers knifing the bitch he'll
remember where his fingers are.

06/09/2008

Posted on 06/10/2008
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