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Poetry Is Dead

Hand rising from ground

Poetry Is Dead

So they said,
epitaphs wrote in texts,
in tweets, on
but they never saw it coming,
groaning, twitching
back to life,
it opened clouded eyes,
scratched fingers across granite
tombs of etched bigotry.

It rose!

It walked among the living,
snatching children,
ripping chunks from hearts
with infection teeth,
shambling among campuses,
in subways,
along crowded streets.

It thrived!

Moaning memories, it
brought the dead back to
life, amassing armies
of its own kind, turning
texts, and tweets, and
screens into devices,
vessels to breech
borders, pandemic spreading,
growing fiercer all the time.

It lives!

Through touch,
through bites,
through minds,
it passes between lips
and lingers behind eyes.


And the apocalypse it brings
leaves a better world behind,
so shut up, get bit, or
fall silently in line.


I’ve just heard that damned saying so many times I thought I’d throw this up in defense of that tired line. I get it, most people think of poetry as lofty prose with convoluted meanings. However, I also understand that most people coming to this blog do not, so this is hopefully something to make you smile! Once again, I think this is going to have to be another work in progress, as I am done at about 4am and this is scheduled to get posted around 830am. It was a rough idea I just really wanted to make work before I turned in for the night, err…morning I mean!

The Apocalypse Weekly

The Apocalypse Weekly

The Apocalypse Weekly

They’re out there now, groaning,
shuffling in streets,
in avenues in alley ways,
in cubbles, dragging feet.

Moaning, wailing, sighing
with their inhuman cries.
No matter who they once were,
they’re gone to you and I.

Sure, once all were different,
but now they’re all the same,
emotionless and harrowing,
seeking substance for
their veins.

And they’ll chew you up and
spit you out if you
dare act like you’re alive,
so hang your head, my dear friend,
and drop those shining eyes.

Because no good will come of laughing,
You smile and they’ll eat your face,
Two choices here await you, friend
so choose what you’ll embrace.

You can always continue fighting it,
cowering with fear in your eyes
or you can just give in to Mondays
and kiss your soul goodbye.


Happy Monday, guys.  Here’s to slowly gaining your soul back over the week only to have it ripped out all over again 😀

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