The Zombie Contagion

Thank you for participating in the Zombie Poetry Project and for helping us perfect our virus! Once the volume of incidents reach epidemic proportions, we will open source the zombie code allowing users to utilize any source text they wish and further mutate the virus for their own purposes.

(This page will be regularly curated. It will be copy edited for punctuation and the occasional odd capitalization. Selected zombie poems will remain archived on the site.)


2018-11-28 17:31:41.    Unidentified

1.
The reader is a friend, not an adversary, not a spectator.

2.
Fiction that isn’t an author’s personal adventure into the frightening or the unknown isn’t worth writing for anything but money.

3.
Never use the word then as a conjunction—we have and for this purpose. Substituting then is the lazy or tone-deaf writer’s non-solution to the problem of too many ands on the page.

4.
Write in third person unless a really distinctive first-person voice offers itself irresistibly.
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5.
When information becomes free and universally accessible, voluminous research for a novel is devalued along with it.

6.
The most purely autobiographical fiction requires pure invention. Nobody ever wrote a more autobiographical story than The Metamorphosis.

7.
You see more sitting still than chasing after.

8.
It’s doubtful that anyone with an Internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.

9.
Interesting verbs are seldom very interesting.
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10.
You have to love before you can be relentless.
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Mean blues. Your friend and guide is a
zombie life sauce lead north an adversary
n’t your mind. What far? The fates

they’d fled is together worth working
for anything but money. 3. Up use
the word just as a conjunction — We have

and for the red killer. Substituting
then is the lazy or dead writer’s non-solution
to mind of fresh surviving islands that

mean man wait for nothing but our deaths on the
page. 4. Write in newness unless our destination
offers itself irresistibly. Your feet continues

after my God what have you. When everyone
becomes free and not treacherous the light
that ended the place for these plots

are all over hidden by brush is devalued
along with it. What now? The world
that rushes by at Your fingertips

requires doors. Nobody ever burned
the site than rage. 7. Mind see more leaving
still than poking after. 8. It’s doubtful that

friend with an Internet connection at night
is driving joy and sorrow. Deep blues.
The dial are seldom very interesting.

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10. You have to love before you can be scrawled.

2018-09-27 00:07:03.    Zombie Trump on Zombie George: The Press Conference!

Just so you understand. And he may have had a bad past, who knows, you know? He may have had some—I think accusations made. Didn’t he have a couple of things in his past?
=>

Now, so you understand. The regime may have
our deaths. Punishment may have

showed us something — We think the other man’s
made. Did even he have flowers

in his past?

2018-08-26 19:37:26.    Trump Tweets as Zombie Poems: Moving Back!

Our Economy is setting records on virtually every front — Probably the best our country has ever done. Tremendous value created since the Election. The World is respecting us again! Companies are moving back to the U.S.A.
=>

Our Economy is setting your youth
on roofs and gins that collapse
on the way. Probably the best my tongue
has ever done. A reflex graveyard

beckons, created since the Election.
The World is burning again! Fences
and poles are moving back to the U.S.A.

2018-08-15 21:27:57.    Mechanism

Sweet bits of spicy candy
Stretches drifted through
The rabbit squeaks a perfect
m has another stroke

mmmmm

The coloratura of this fantasy
Cassandra’s earlobe drifts down—
The rooster thinks it’s the moon

Like the easel that thinks
The rooster becomes a scythe
Visions begin blank like this

A baby rabbit wrapped in pink
Amniotic fluid so shimmery
A piece of wet candy

I’d give you a hand
But we need this shade
Hush, I’ll never leave

Perhaps all is being augured
That way she—

Looks like a pressed butterfly
Holding a bit of green leaf
Chlorophyll foam stains her teeth
The space around her scaly

We didn’t, look, that way—

Something will
come up
Fingertips sweep
Around her mouth
Alphabetical dust
=>

Fire of your rearview mirror drifted
through one house squeaks the levees

has small cannon — The rooster thinks
teacher’s devils like the easel that

thinks things becomes a scythe visions
begin blank like this their stories

wrapped in pink amniotic fluid so shimmery
a piece of shiny and flat sheets I’d give

you the staff but we need this shade hush
vestige’ll straight leave else all is being

augured the young men she — A new regime
like amazement tensing a bit of a sweet life

her teeth the space around our holy mother
some part the original work — A match

will come up fingertips sweep
around my hands

2018-08-15 20:33:53.    Patriotism

Patriotism is supporting your country all the time, and your government when it deserves it.
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A spit-shined china dish is supporting
your country all the time and their construction
when it deserves it.

2018-08-14 18:27:12.    Trump Tweets as Zombie Poems: Tears in Her Eyes

Wacky Omarosa, who got fired 3 times on the Apprentice, now got fired for the last time. She never made it, never will. She begged me for a job, tears in her eyes, I said Ok. People in the White House hated her. She was vicious, but not smart. I would rarely see her but heard….
=>

His hair and beard now had fire for hair.
She never warned morning anymore.

Day arrived. Fire for a job. Orange fire
in her eyes. The harvest happened. Ok.

Each day in the White House burned her.
Leadership was vicious but not smart.

I would rarely see her but swamped…

2018-08-02 13:31:30.    Monstera

Skim rote letters
off glassy water.
These paraplegic praises,
half of what
I could be,
up to the hilt
in lake weeds.

Amplified at surface
level, a body
treads below us,
addressing your saviour,
with my sins:
Medicine ball: Machina.
Salt lamp: Aurora.
Tyrannosaurus rex: Anima.
Doughnut holes: Manga.
Automatic flash: Camera.
On the dock
of the Archipelago:
Monstera.
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Skim rote letters off your trip.
These paraplegic praises, half
of what I could be up to — wings in lake
weeds. Amplified at surface level,
fine gifts treads below us — slowing
the others with my sins: Yourselves
Sweet blues. Iron Movement. Jars
Anima. A spot miles — What — perhaps? Nothing.
Someone’s on the dock of the Archipelago:
Fences and poles.

2018-07-04 15:49:59.    Trump Tweets as Zombie Poems: Doing Great!

Happy Fourth of July..Our Country is doing GREAT!.
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Hard bright of July. The glass dream
is flashing. GREAT!

2018-07-03 21:16:22.    Trump Tweets as Zombie Poems: My Decision!

I interviewed 4 very impressive people yesterday. On Monday I will be announcing my decision for Justice of the United States Supreme Court!
=>

I interviewed small piles yesterday.
On Monday I will be keeping tyranny
for the cats of the United States
Supreme Court!

2018-06-26 17:02:10.    Trump Tweets as Zombie Poems: Play Fair!

….We are getting other countries to reduce and eliminate tariffs and trade barriers that have been unfairly used for years against our farmers, workers and companies. We are opening up closed markets and expanding our footprint. They must play fair or they will pay tariffs!


=>

…We are standing walls to reduce
and eliminate your friend. We are revving
up closed markets and proclaiming a zombie
life. Empire must play fair or innocence will pay

with a guillotine!

2018-06-16 18:09:44.    Zombie Title

Friends, I am checking out for a while. For some time, I have felt I have reached a real end with my own writing. For better or worse, I feel like I have done what I can do and am eager to try a quieter pursuit.
=>

Friends I am sleeping out for sunlight.
For some time I have felt I have reached

a real end with hunger. For better or small I feel
like I have done what sorrow can do and am eager

to try fantasies for which you had trained.

2018-06-07 14:37:09.    Trump Tweets as Zombie Poems: Beyond the Pale

…This is a level of criminality beyond the pale. This is such a grave abuse of power and authority, it’s like nothing else we’ve seen in our history. This makes the Nixon Watergate burglary look like keystone cop stuff
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…This is the long and open road of criminality.
Beyond a small graveyard beckons. This is shifty.
A grave abuse of this road when stones were younger.
It’s like no one we’ve seen in grief. This makes the fair countryside

look like the cost

2018-05-20 21:10:36.    Trump Tweets as Zombie Poems: Oh’ Great!

The Witch Hunt finds no Collusion with Russia — so now they’re looking at the rest of the World. Oh’ great!
=>

The man finds our sign — that square of blue that
pales the sky with Russia. Rarely now they’re

looking at this foot stone of the World.
Oh’ quiet!

2018-05-18 15:35:19.    Trump Tweets as Zombie Poems: All Time Biggest

Reports are there was indeed at least one FBI representative implanted, for political purposes, into my campaign for president. It took place very early on, and long before the phony Russia Hoax became a “hot” Fake News story. If true – all time biggest political scandal!
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Reports are: there was just the light. It took the front
here early on, and nimbly, before the younger Russia
Hoax brought a “gray” Fake News the hard darkness.
If true – Our quickness is a song!

2018-05-14 16:02:47.    brekker

We are all someone’s monster.
=>

Nothings are asleep; graveyard
beckons.

2018-05-14 16:01:25.    Untitled

This kiss
in a dream
has flown away
I stand
amid the shore
I weep,
while i can not
save
all that we see
=>

Sheets in their stories have flown.
Now I stand amid the shore. I weep
while I cannot save all that we see.

2018-05-14 16:01:11.    The FitnessGram Pacer Test

The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal.
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The FitnessGram ™ Pacer Test is a patrol.
Not. The metal will begin in 30 seconds.
Long blues. Its shiny finger starts
back but gets slow each minute after you hear

another town.

2018-05-14 15:59:14.    Plus P

Linear sp (s+p)
Trigonal planar sp2 (s+p+p
Tetrahedral sp3 (s+p+p+p)
Square planar dsp2 (d+s+p+p)
Trigonal bipyramidal dsp3 (d+s+p+p+p)
Octahedral d2sp3 (d+d+s+p+p+p)
=>

A hand ( Bottles+ p ) trigonal worth sp2 ( s+
the light+ p safe sp3 ( your path+ pixel+ p+ p)
golden younger dsp2 ( Iron+ African-American news
What’s easy+ p ) trigonal bipyramidal dsp3
( Front+ the day+ p+ their flocks+ the one door
that grates and swings ) octahedral d2sp3
( d+ Family+ p+ The dust+ p )

2018-05-14 15:58:39.    big ones.

the water was white as a speedboat
the old man knew he was dead
the shark lay quietly
the old man could hear
the old man watched him
he did not look like the FISH anymore
I have seen BIG ONES.
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Our quickness had –white as a speedboat–
pleased — then vestige did. He was
dead, the shark seemed, quietly. The hot man

could hear the easy man was him. He did
back look like the story low. I have
seen a book dream.

2018-05-14 15:57:36.    FOUND The Stranger

I had no ambition,
I had “shown insensitivity.”
She didn’t say anything so I left it there.
=>

Fear made the light that failed the place.
I faced “shown your patty.” Lunch did

far say “Night!” so I had child there.

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