May 4th, 2009

• Zombie haiku
• 5/4/09 09:24 am
• Once there was a poet, but he was infected by the zombie virus. He continued writing, however, and this book is the story of his transformation, hunger, and eventual acceptance of his new zombie life. And the crazy part is: this book is written entirely in haiku
  
  
  
  Everything I thought
  Tasted a lot like chickent
  really tastes like man
  
  I need to slow down.
  It's hard, when eating fingers,
  to tell whose hand's whose
  
  The crying baby
  reminds me of fast food meals
  with a prize inside.
  
  Brains, brains, brains, brains
  brains brains, brains
  brains.
  
  Vairāk par projektu šeit
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