Monday, September 26, 2011

Ivory Tower

I see
a plague of flesh-eating zombies

I know
you cannot outrun the unstoppable undead

I scream
as madness slowly overtakes me

Guest Poet

Gray Fruit

I make use of this warm gray fruit
never their hot hearts, which always taste bad.
Imagine keeping gentle when they feel you work.
Relax -
It is easy after.
I want but little

--Jessica Tracey