Four poems

By Jack Brummet

Zombie Breakdown

The undead walk 

Sloughing tendrils of putrefied flesh

And the living

Are made of cardboard.

The border between
Being and nothingness

Is erased.
Fee Fie Foe Fum.

Torches & Pitchforks

The whole
Is far less than the sum
Of its parts.

The fleeting and migratory nature of inspiration

If you don't write it down,

Type it, or tape it,

It's gone,

Like a hit and run driver

Or a pickpocket

Merging into the crowd

Evil Konks Out

In the end, evil konks out
Like a squid simmered in its own ink,
Because evil fails the moment

It overcomes good
By consuming the energy
To which it owed its duration.

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