Fallen Zombie Killer

Battle worn soldier
Open wounds, virus invades
Noose, chair, kick, swing, dark

Holiday Visit

Foul, dank stench exhales
Gnarled grey hands clutch at me
Zombie... or Grandpa?

Weathered (Part I of Harvest)

Sky bruised with grey clouds
Wind moans through skeleton barn
Vague feeling persists

Trepidation (Part II of Harvest)

Cadaver corn stalks
Beseech with splintered arms raised
Apprehension grows

Forewarning (Part III of Harvest)

Church bell toll forewarns
Of an ill harvest to come
Fearfulness consumes

When Johnny Comes Wrything Home

Soldier returns home
With undead countenance
Eat my musket ball

--- Walt Whitman

Caged Bird

Cage bird, sings no more
Looks as I go medieval
On some zombie ass

--- Maya Angelou

Priceless

Hammer, nine dollars
Grenade, one hundred dollars
Killing undead friends...

Ode

A visionary
Wove tales of undead rampage
Romero inspires

Benchwarmer

Coach won't put me in
Not fair, just because I have
Sustained head trauma

Tranquility

peaceful cloudless sky
die you fucking zombie die
gentle stream flows by

--- David Hartmann
guest blogger, friend
of Ash

Rotten Pen

So great a talent
Zombie clown undead poet
Rising nightly verse

--- David Hartmann
guest blogger, friend
of Ash

Zombie At My Door

Hello, is that you?
Face eaten by the undead
May I see ID?

Something Evil's Lurking In The Dark

Zombies lurch and sway
While young boys lose innocence
On set of "Thriller"

Ah night, sweet darkness

moon crests horizon
zombies moan, radiant glow
stars speckle night sky

Between the mountains, a valley so green.

deer runs across field
eagle flies in a blue sky
clown eats a baby

The roar of the greasepaint, the smell of the crowds.

He'd done it so long
he forgot to stop, each night
for kids, he returns.

I'll Be There For You

Friend's Mom is a clown
You can borrow my SkillSaw®
Glad I got "cordless"

BBQ

Evil clowns approach
No gun, will use flame thrower
Painted face burns bright

28 days later.

with age, bones weaken
sinews, like dry willow twigs
bend less, loudly snap

Vile Flesh

Clown serving vile flesh
Children puke, but still crave more
Happy Meal with toy

Say goodnight, forever goodnight.

Sleep be not stranger
nor fleeting to me, embrace
walk not undead night

All the ifs and buts...

If I were bitten
would you wait till I turned or
smash my head right now?

My Mother's a Clown, Yours, Obviously, is Lame.

where's the blue hair end
fright wig begin? false teeth smile
gifts, red shoes again?

A night I smashed my brother's head with a baseball bat.

He'd gone out to eat,
we'd not heard the news that day
he came home bitten

Causation

a meteorite
an errant virus, looking
back does it matter

Cannibal Feast

Cannibals eat clowns
pause to ponder a question
'taste funny to you?

The Right Tool

Just one or a crowd
Choose right tool for zombie death
Poor choice, your demise

DeathHacker: Picking the Right Tool for the Job

Undead Economy

MySpace, Friendster find
Have taken bottom-line hits
Undead eat members

DeathHacker: Zombism Obviating Social Networking Services

Zombie Tech

Pitchfork, shotgun, bat
Arsenal when undead found
Tracking? Google Maps!

Deathhacker: How To Track Zombies In Your Area

Sad Clown Picture

My sad soul captured
Flash! Photo shows weeping old clown
Child Sex Registry

Ugggghhhhhh

Uggggggggghhhh
Arrrgggggggggg, rrawggg, ummmm!
Mmmmm, uggggghh

Sunshiney Day

Buds burst from winter
Birds sing, flutter, cloudless sky
stench, moans, they hunger

I Remember ...

little boy, balloon
infected clown attacked town
they're all undead

Infectious

Bitten by your death
release my lust, flesh and blood
never sleep again
-Zomaya Angelo

PERFORMERS

lumbering, life, death
passion to lust, pleasure -pain
calling out, brains brains

Night Calls

fetid festering
soulless moans echo shadows
eyeless sockets stare

Four and laughs no more

Like needles flying
his laugh pierced my ears, my soul
never smiled again

Captured

red lips, round red nose
can’t cry now, candy ball gag
smile hides forked tongue’s sting

Tiny Fuckin Car, So Much Mayhem

run run red feet run
stream from such a tiny car
tigers cry kids die

giggles the clown

he’d laugh till dawn light
once he tasted infant soul
baby laughs no more

Big Top

Elephants, tigers
wept softly in the big ring
blood red hair and lips

Weapon

Which weapon is best?
Stop them fast, watch them wrything
Gun, bat, love them both

4 X 4

Creeping death moves slow
Traversing through my back yard
Thanks for all-wheel-drive

Bitten

Do not get bitten!
Oh dear, Kevin was attacked
Time to plant my axe

Nikes

Pitchfork in the head
Two-hundred-dollar Nikes
Oxy-Clean works well