Another skull breaking
Another head separated
Splash that brain
Lush is the sound of my axe
Against those zombies.
[At Mastodon I asked people to give me a word and I would try to write a poem containing that word. Lush was one of them.]
“Ehm… Steven? I think the humans have discovered us…”
“We have been monitoring their planet from this hideout for more than 500 years, Allan. Why do you think that?”
“They’ve just shot a car at us.”
I’ve chained myself to the stories
I keep telling about myself
And carefully clumsy woven together.
When I someday find that person
Who holds the keys to set me free
I know I’ve found the one.
[At Mastodon I asked people to give me a word and I would try to write a poem containing that word. Keys was one of them.]