Monday, September 3, 2012

"Lost" in creation

I thought that you might be interested in watching me create my latest poem, Lost.  I have heard that creative people work in messy places, but I don't seem to mind (I have my late night snack in hand, just in case).  I even have Noir and Nox helping me out.  It seems that I also left out a roll of mummy wrap.  Hmm, who do I need to preserve for later?


I find myself wandering in the city
           without haste

This is like a dream of the damned
Trudging through blood smeared streets
     rotten human corpses everywhere

I curse the foul wind of the dead
The night is dark but for some moonlight

A moan in the shadows
                          and then I run

It sucks living in a zombie apocalypse