The Zombies are Loose
Just woke up from a nightmare
feeling nostalgic
I miss the old bars, the shit-talking;
a guy ranting that he could beat me
at a game of pool, or anything
at all,
a gal trying to get under my skin
by giving me the stink eye while
whispering
or by tossing me her sympathetic
suckass-smile
Barflys used to rumble with grit
and now we have
Tip-toe Joe
You are fading from my memory now
I’ve commanded this, yes
And that very day, I ripped up and deleted
any trail of you that could lead me back,
because that version of you didn’t really
exist and I knew it
I’m impulsive- I love it;
You love it, Fuck You,
You know you love it
But I’m reminded of you, those
nightmare nights and I wish
I had kept just one picture
Because I miss playing darts
I can’t even refresh my memory
as you’re a ghost online
and don’t have any social media,
as yourself –
King of the cowards
Cowards have no place here
anymore, show yourself!
Show up! For fuck’s sake,
the zombies are loose.
Horror Sleaze Trash 