Zombies Walk At Night. By Daniel S. Irwin

 

Zombies walk at night.
Not their fault.
It’s incredibly difficult
To get a driver’s license
When no one at the DMV
Takes you seriously.
I mean, like, so your
Speech isn’t clear and
It’s terribly annoying
When an eyeball pops out
Of the socket and rolls
Around on the floor
When you attempt
To read the eye chart.
They want an address
But they won’t accept:
Third grave, fourth row,
East side of Heaven’s Rest.
Can’t even get as far
As the road test when
They kick you out of
The car because you’ve
Got that rotting smell,
A stink so bad that dogs
Don’t want your bones.
All you can do is keep
Hanging about the clubs
With the Goth-types.
They don’t seem to notice
Anything all that weird.
But, sometimes, they kinda
Freak you out.

 

Daniel S. Irwin, native of Southern Illinois (such as it is).  Artist, writer, actor, soldier, scholar, priest among other things.

Work published in over one hundred magazines and journals worldwide.  Has appeared in over one hundred films. 

Speaks fluent gibberish when loaded.  Not much into blowing his own horn as you are only as good as your latest endeavor.

Once turned to religion but Jesus just walked away.