to quash the sapling nobility
to stab the gaping wide eyed
to keep permanent cavities
to have no side
to sneer at dozing stars
to get jiggy with it
to personal sown wars
to sweets for the swith
a towering phallus
a vanity of meat
a reek of yesterday’s chaos
a knife wielding wit
a never ending fall to shallows
an empty for keeps

may we always bleed
to be not you

may our eyes forget not
to weep

01/11/2013

Author's Note: zombies...they exist

Posted on 01/11/2013
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