I dream of electric days
thousand volts a second
the shivering bone
a bright blue home
but she probably needs it more
Her hair died last August
in the shade of God
now she lives on magic dust
and cocaine. I mean
I’m holding her tight
Oh! Such a petite zombie delight
wants to eat me raw,
I’m waiting for the cola to thaw
and lose its fizz
like the electricity
that only lives amongst
terracotta men and
ceramic princesses
Zombies don’t feel surprise
neither do their valets.
