#642 - the walking dead

 

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the walking dead

 

here come the blank faces

know no better than

feet just drag along

 

each eats own weight in rumour

have real emotions

floods of them come

 

make from their weakness

but slip back again

 

each whispering and call it

 

hide offshore

profit unrest

 

they’re always for want of a better word

and have entire being

 

o! football and the anthropomorphics

forward pass to get away

a packet of cholesterol

the death of every day others sustain

 

armies of!

floors of service

Centrelink! ATO!

birthdays of them

 

no one darks as heart as they

when innocent much chuffed

 

so rarely rarely

truth of the tree

 

measure them real estate

how else?

accounts more secret than the ballot

 

I too partake the unimportance

makes of me a sacred thing

 

now and then the turn against

as selfish as you please

 

and every day dancing

the devil for laughter

damn your eyes

who could care?

 

all family forgiven

and lauded in a bent statistic

 

some say ‘undead’

I don’t know

 

they vote for fuck

would wouldn’t you

 

they are painting a picture of where the light went

but you won’t remember, never do

 

these are my jury and government

flowers have lit less through dim

 

the overwashed

my wrath and righteous

jury judge

the separation of our powers

 

they are – can you hear them?

 

quite colourless the zombies are

 

odd lilt of despite

in beside themselves

and eyes in the leafing up

 

apocalypse of now

 

so you see just how it is

you see just where we are