Traffic Zombies (poem)
Again, for a third time, I’m sitting here behind
Some vehicle staring at a green light,
Unaware the light has changed,
I count to nine, then blast the horn at them
Wake up man! You’re in zombieland.
Clear the path and move along…
Long lineups, single lane
It's the third time in a long chain of lines
Now I’m at the health store, to purchase
Detox kits, but there is no room in the parking lot
The bank has taken all the stalls, move along
So I’m parked a block away, only to find
They don’t have what I need. Goodbye.
All along the way, there are vehicles in the way
Everything looks red, on driver cell per corpuscle
Clogging the arteries, of what used to be, passible streets
Only to turn black and blue, flowing thru veins of fumes
And on I went to get sensitive toothpaste for my nerves
And extra soft toothbrush. This time there were old men
Stone cold statuaries staring into space, neolithic monoliths
Awaiting death, to come and take them all away
I feel like they are watching me, like police
Motionless zombies, watching me
As I move carefully hoping
They won’t notice me
Or report me to the authorities, to whom
They owe their allegiance, to their liege,
Of Satan and his minions. And all the time
I’m calling for good orderly direction ,
For correction and purification
Casting out demonic beings
Along with their familiars
Just so I can get to the
Next green light
Well, I mean to stop for coffee
Relax and collect myself before
Continuing to motor on, but again
There is no room in the parking lot
So I park a block away, but they don’t
Have what I want, so I settle for less
Drink my tea and read my book, and leave
And all the way home I’m in a long line of pokes,
Going down slow.. ~psp
Walking zombies
dr. π (pi)
.
Some vehicle staring at a green light,
Unaware the light has changed,
I count to nine, then blast the horn at them
Wake up man! You’re in zombieland.
Clear the path and move along…
Long lineups, single lane
It's the third time in a long chain of lines
Now I’m at the health store, to purchase
Detox kits, but there is no room in the parking lot
The bank has taken all the stalls, move along
So I’m parked a block away, only to find
They don’t have what I need. Goodbye.
All along the way, there are vehicles in the way
Everything looks red, on driver cell per corpuscle
Clogging the arteries, of what used to be, passible streets
Only to turn black and blue, flowing thru veins of fumes
And on I went to get sensitive toothpaste for my nerves
And extra soft toothbrush. This time there were old men
Stone cold statuaries staring into space, neolithic monoliths
Awaiting death, to come and take them all away
I feel like they are watching me, like police
Motionless zombies, watching me
As I move carefully hoping
They won’t notice me
Or report me to the authorities, to whom
They owe their allegiance, to their liege,
Of Satan and his minions. And all the time
I’m calling for good orderly direction ,
For correction and purification
Casting out demonic beings
Along with their familiars
Just so I can get to the
Next green light
Well, I mean to stop for coffee
Relax and collect myself before
Continuing to motor on, but again
There is no room in the parking lot
So I park a block away, but they don’t
Have what I want, so I settle for less
Drink my tea and read my book, and leave
And all the way home I’m in a long line of pokes,
Going down slow.. ~psp
Walking zombies
dr. π (pi)
.