Mixed Media Project: Fast Food

Coffee Shop Musings

Early morning, sunrise calling

the zombies rise and shamble

to the local cafe to regain

their lost humanity.

I love to haunt the shadows,

a ghost unseen, able to watch

as these undead, half-head wretches

trade the witches for their

dark brew.

The color of sunrise floods back

into pale cheeks

and oceans and honey flow brightly

back into the depths of wide-eyes.

As dawn turns to day

the monsters shed their darkness and begin to look angelic as they

plan - reconnect - love - fight - meet - and part.

The witches ponder their art

with a knowing look,

but they ask scant offerings

for their potions and tinctures.

They feast on the beauty of

their community communion,

an offering to the alter of darkness falling and light rising

like a banner, a trumpet, a call.

And I ponder them all in this

daily ritual, this shared experience

of the spirit ascending as one

and dividing into each body.