Poem by Chad Parenteau
Home for the Zombie Apocalypse Today I met my father outside the cemetery where he was waiting just as I knew he'd be just as I knew where he'd been [...]
Home for the Zombie Apocalypse Today I met my father outside the cemetery where he was waiting just as I knew he'd be just as I knew where he'd been [...]
It's relaxing to shuffle on once sulfurous-sored feet my back no longer aching though stiff as this hard oak door. I'm in feed-mode. I see through cataracted lenses. I rend with [...]
There's too much undead in the room. My boomstick no longer goes boom. My shirt now has a stain that just might be my brain. There's one more undead in the [...]
Roommate Of Zombie Tries To Say I, uh, just ate the plums half-rotting in the fridge which, uh you were probably never gonna eat I'm sorry-- wait what are you d- [...]
Eating Poets Chad Parenteau Similes slobber like intestines from my gut. There's no profound zombie like me. I have been eating poets. The alpha zombie doesn't even have a clue. [...]