Walking Dead

ABC Poetry

Walking dead

Another day has passed by without anticipation

Beautiful in the moment it became blazon

Cradling the thoughts of a thousand whispering clams

Drifting in the wilderness ready to open the doors and the damns

Evacuating the last bits of ejected earwax

Free spirit thinking should always breathe in the colored facts

Green with the freshest ingredients gathered

Holding each one inside until it has the strength of the hammer

It’s integrity intact

Jumping towards the jack

Keeping itself from kicking

Lingering instead of licking

Making a moment from the falling pieces inside me

Noticing all the many different hares navigating just nearly

Or maybe over the backsplash of an overflowing oven

Pictures flooding the floorboards with carefully placed pies laid down not proven

Questioning the sanity with quiet and quarantined quires qaid

Rushing through the moment just as you realize how random it is to rollerblade

Saying something seems like only as good as an idea as breaking the stops

Twisting like a serpent with serious control issues tying up all my thoughts

Use this - it says with a disregard for weather anything has become untied

Varying the results can often lead to a variety of variousness growing like vines

Waiting in the darkness of closed eyelids counting the characteristics as I wrote

Xenophobic fears cast iron clad words all signed in xanthos

Your endless endeavoring clipping away from the restlessness creeping up the left side of a growing emptiness that is always filled with barking yorkies

Zeroing in and clicking twice ,all the while quietly losing your mind, as your hands stretch out to the place you became a zombie