Children double dutch in the endless moonlight
the zombies come, eat all their brains
it’s a full moon tonight
They say hiding is the hardest part
but it’s hard hiding from what you don’t
We all are afraid of the undead.
Haunting pasts are like growing neck goiters
always in the way
always in plain sight.
Locked doors are an opportunity for death
but sometimes the unlocked ones come to the same conclusion.
I’ve never had a problem
from my problems.
I learned that from my parents.
Having your brain eaten is like a 10 minute Tom Waits song
always street lit just right.
When the zombies catch me
they won’t find a thing
just a couple of buffalo headed nickels
and a tender alto sax melody
Thomas Fucaloro is an NYC poet. He has a book out by Three Rooms Press called Inheriting Craziness. He is one of the founding editors of Great Weather for Media press. He is studying at the New sSchool for his MFA in creative writing.