The zombie was unsure for a moment...

as to be distracted by elsewhere

spun his head around and stared

oh creatures of the dark come

Come all at once..


for to kiss in times of need

for love is like a glass of wine.


Drink up with all your hate

drink for the sound of rotting

drink for the death of love

A strange sound comes


Kiss and bang and wallow

pity in your old street clothes

looking into a creepy window

your eyes as red as blood


Then there is a roar

someone above had been

sleeping

sleeping

And a kitten was gently

purring,

Come in to my bedroom

she whispered.