Author Archives: The Bearded Poet

Naughty Zombie

ZombieMontage

There once roamed a Zombie

That nibbled his friend—

A life which came slowly

To all but an end

But after a while

What’s one became two

So both Zombies hunted

For something to chew

Together they feasted

While groaning with moans

Until they erased

Every bit from the bones

But one of the two

Couldn’t stop seeing red

And so he continued

To eat the undead

It didn’t quite matter

The meat wasn’t fresh

The hunger decided

That flesh equaled flesh

For Darwin had spoken

The fittest would win

Regardless of boundaries

Or morals or sin

I’m writing this message

In effort to warn

I witnessed the Cannibal

Zombie be born

So batten the hatches

And brace for the Fall

The Cannibal Zombie

Is coming for all…

Last Call

Last Call 2

It’s last call and I’m watching a pretty girl do ugly things.  I don’t like it, so I toss a fat stack on the belly of the bar.  She says she’s flattered but taken.  I ask if she loves him.  Hesitation screams the truth—the truth and plenty more.  “There’s no time for half-ass’in,” I tell her, “not in this world, anyway.”  Her focus shifts from my money to my confidence.  I have her and she knows it.  The two of us become one, and we skid the fuck out of dodge.  I don’t know what’s ahead, and I don’t care.  All I know is I’m in love, and the girl I love is clutching tight.  That’s all I need.  At least for now…