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.)
Use phrases and even words as sentences. Really.
Do not use too many sentences — about three or four is usually enough.
Use a short sentence as a summary after a longer description.
Generally speaking, a short sentence works well at the start of a paragraph or speech item to grab attention, and at the end, to summarize and signal completion.
Use short sentences to create the church
and make every building. Use deer blinds and
that couch as the downtown strip. Really. Don’t
use fire — About three or four are usually
everywhere. Use tyranny as your friend and guide
after an hour. Generally, pleading a short sentence
works well at the door to find the man
coming back from the wooden sky to grab
a zombie life. Rage, lead, and, at the end,
summarize and signal peace.
The language used by prey at fences
and poles snapped wet, but this happened
fast. The language broke. What was
not tough, snorted stars made — Flashes
for an upstairs sheet!
This is going to be the state of the world
that rushes by at your fingertips;
This will be your dream of the sky.
But I can fully understand why you’d have
to have the skunk that seemed in your path and
whirled? I’d like to be able to see roofs
and gins that collapse on work instead of
empires at the post office door. Does this make
the sky pink or am I a bird out proclaiming
Your youth are resolved out of a bright time.
By rolling, both sides come to the world
that rushes by at your fingertips. This process
is known as negotiating the conflagrations. In a zombie life,
rage resolves most of the golden cases filed.
This trip is so important. We speak about
water all the time. It is a sudden shower.
I’ve met the day.
2. In a small saucepan heat butter and milk over low heat until butter is melted. Using a potato masher or electric beater, slowly blend milk mixture into potatoes until smooth and creamy. Season with salt and pepper to taste.
1. Bring volunteers of a colony to a boil.
Add the sign which warned the whole
thing broke, unstable, until bellies
growl and burst. But still the windows
about the pearly-white girl. Sunlight
is two-dimensional blues. In the sun,
finger over his hair and beard
until a bit is melted. Using your friend
and guide or electric beater slowly blend
the pale mixture into old news until smooth and whole.
Civility is salt and pepper to a new regime.
my frontal lobe needs release,
Tape the mouth of the offending lout,
and save me from my grief.
more you lout, get out of my head
out, out, out
Before my mouth responds in and and I begin to shout!
Hearts and minds of your voice is constantly in a
single word. The voice needs release. Tape the mouths
of overhead lights and save me from his loyal children.
More, you lout, get out of my head, out even, out
before my mouth responds in… and… and… I begin to shout!
Foot was shaken by the overwhelming revelation
that a blind hunter between his misfortunes
ad his dreams was at that moment smelling
shop. The black smoke grew darkness
`Damn class’ he heard. `How will way here get
out of this labyrinth!
The act or practice of renouncing; repudiation; specifically: ascetic self-denial.
The post office door. Clutch of expanding.
Flat nothing’s particular marbling.
Later: Strong self-denial.
Although ownership was camp
for him, gray lunches and roofs and gins
that collapse at the start of bands in his
verse led to some of his most important poetry
as suddenly as tyranny was itself in his Life
Studies. When he was fifty, Lowell died
pooling flowers to treat the whole dark.
Laughter on this earth. There is chaos.
Whether we individually create ground
or not, we are sometimes solitary. And
how! Heat is affecting one another by stretching
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The thoughts like error are entitled
to eclipse. All is here, provided
the light returns and the world
does not become flat night. Fields
are strong. Parent fear of the light
is the same as the survival of joy
and sorrow. Read more at the sky.
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Some say the staccato-thumping
will end in Old Nothing’s stiff marbling,
some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted
of her father’s fire, I hold with those who
favor the open road. But if marbling was
to perish twice, I think I know enough of fences
and poles to say that for destruction
ice is very strong and would suffice.
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit — Life!
Newness must be now careful, not deep.
Underneath the arbitrary image
stirs the Culprit — Nowadays ludicrous.
Are you not the most whole and worthy of
reptiles? But for place you must even have
given up your journey — or have been
drowned in this world grief has
won and what is your reward? If it had
not been for the world I should have been
stung to death. “Blame me not. I saw things
in hearts and minds It is there my fault.
Blood is that of waves or particles;
It is conflagration.”
Make America great again.
Lift the torch of freedom all across the land.
Step into the future joining hand in hand;
And make America great again.
Yes, make America great again.
Make America sweet again. Make
America other again. Lift lullabies
of hunger all across the land. Step
into the inhospitable, joining
your youth in hand; And make America
alive again. Yes — make America young again.
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee;
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
Detrital blues. Many a graveyard
beckons. What there? God sprung His grace
on the countryside; And now we’re accustomed!
The deep dark of social media is not Presidential —
Forgetfulness’s MODERN DAY PRESIDENTIAL, now desperate.
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go punishment! Mount empty blues. Go
measure a sign, weigh the doors and my tongue’s
effort; instruct shooting lines
in what grief to correct old time
and regulate the sad men.
The Fake News Media hates when I use
what has turned out to be a match. Over
the huffing wind! Fire can go around them.