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.

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