The Irony Of The Zombie

Haha. Had fun with this one.

The Irony Of The Zombie

Sometimes I think of all I see
And find new things which strikingly
Catch me bind me wrap me up
Leave me chained and locked in chest
Until I’m freed from my duress
in putting all I’ve heard whispered
of my musing heart
my muse she said.

I look about and find within the grind
small little joys of laughter and rhyme  
I can hardly live as some solemn statue
Ever watching quiet and dark

The invites are written
The party addressed
Come share a laugh
I’ve dressed to impress  

We’ve all seen the movies
Seen the big screen
Watched all the images
From rich to obscene
Of all these mad flavors
Capering clown endeavors
I invite you to meditate
Head shaved in lotus position
Upon the zombie’s condition

Now look in the mirror
What do you see?
I doubt it is rotting or oozing disease
No maggots writhing
in muscles now mush
no gagging smell of gooey dead flesh
no eye balls missing, ears torn off
no holes a gaping
skin scars a’peppered

Now think of the zombie who
has cosmetically
near definitely most
if not all
my previous panoply


She He It
It would seem
Have little chance to be
Beauty Queen, King or It

You see they mostly just hunt
Hunt all day long
All night too
Most regrettably
They hunt you.

Zombies you see are just
like you and me
They live to acquire
all their heart felt desires
only for them its your brain
and body tissues.
 
For us it’s anything from A to Z
We all just want to live happily
Whatever the wrapping or shape of the box
Humans are often ‘tween hard place and rocks

Wake up most early
Most every day
Little to notice little to say
Due dates and deadlines
Are meant to be kept
Who cares about all of the rest?

Who has time to notice life’s details?
Our lives they hang upon the very scales!
Goals are set so that they may be reached
 Without success we’d all be beached
Upon the shore of failure to mourn
All the things we used to ignore.

But listen a moment as I catch my breath
To the faint sounds of haunting regret
Of lives unfulfilled unsatisfied unlived
Of grey box cubicles, boxes poking the skies
boxed up homes where we live out our lives
Of watching the box and surfing the box
Of all the small talk boxes, boxes of games
Boxes of music and light  
Going out to see the big box
and see all the sights

The condition of humanity is that of our zombie
To live from one buzz to another
Always seeking Life’s sweet nectar
Dumb to the rest

All the things we know as mundane
might in truth free us of pain
if only in our surrender
we find that which renders us
happy peaceful and sane.

Perhaps in letting go and letting in 
all there is to spin 
our hearts round
our affections to win 
we can find more with less 
and live as with more 
rather than just living 
frequently bored
 
Don’t misunderstand me
I’m a lover of boxes of all varieties
All I hope is that we live less by rote
To find something deeper
To find ourselves freed
From all of life’s wants and desperate needs  

 


 

 


 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Alexa Tasch]

really good. i didn't really get the first paraghaph but the rest is awesome. I love the essence of crazy in it