Thursday, January 31, 2013

Where, Oh Where, Can That Zombie Be?


Back in September 2011, I began a poem inspired by the song Last Kiss by Pearl Jam (go here to see lyrics and to hear the song). I wrote about half the poem and then put it down to rest. Every once and a while I'd pick it back up with a fresh mind, but here we are, almost a year and a half later, and I've finally finished the poem.

In no way am I making fun of the song Last Kiss. My poem basically goes along with the music/rhythm of the song.


Where, Oh Where, Can That Zombie Be?
By Candace Shultz


Where, oh where, can that zombie be?
I know he’s looking out for me.
He’ll eat my brains until his stomach’s fed
And then I’ll be one of the walking dead.


I was sitting in a bar drinking a beer
When a man nearby moaned in my ear.
I turned around to tell him off,
But his rancid smell made me cough.


I couldn’t believe my own drunken eyes.
His rotting skin was crawling with flies.
His mouth was dripping with blood and gore.
When I saw his guts, I ran out the door.


Where, oh where, can that zombie be?
I know he’s looking out for me.
He’ll eat my brains until his stomach’s fed
And then I’ll be one of the walking dead.


I ran down two blocks before I slowed down.
I took a few breaths and looked around.
The creepy man was nowhere in sight,
But I heard a noise, so I looked to my right.


Across the street a woman screamed at a man.
He moved in closer and pushed her up against a van.
He leaned down and when they pulled apart,
She fell down and he was eating her heart.


Then the woman stood, and when she looked my way
I ran and hid, which saved my life that day.


Where, oh where, can that zombie be?
I know he’s looking out for me.
He’ll eat my brains until his stomach’s fed
And then I’ll be one of the walking dead.