The Zombie Contagion
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Hard bright of July. The glass dream
is flashing. GREAT!
I interviewed small piles yesterday.
On Monday I will be keeping tyranny
for the cats of the United States
…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!
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.
…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
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.
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!
Nothings are asleep; graveyard
in a dream
has flown away
amid the shore
while i can not
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.
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
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 )
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.
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.
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.
His foot stone had long since become
creatures of small energy
Spider Man is last to die
Whoops, Spoiler Alert
A guilty house is last to die. This road–
Winding and tired and loud
I am just tired.
But the river, like day, showing and arbitrary and loud. I am so tired.
Buds blooms blossoming each day
Spring has come again
Throughout the day
Leading my steps
Your brain follows roofs and gins
throughout the day, leaving your resolve.
Unable to start this work
Wow somehow I’m done
Where does one begin, unable to start–
A whole line.
Leap of faith.
Sharks all around.
Amazement of the post office door.
Blackened overalls all straight.