Tuesday, July 30, 2002

INSPIRED BY NEGOTIATING WITH MANAGEMENT

INSPIRED BY NEGOTIATING WITH MANAGEMENT FOR A NEW CONTRACT

He grinned without smiling
and spoke without breath
like he thought it beguiling
it looked more like death
His fingers were twitching
with minds of their own
He was stretching his stitching
His cover was blown
I stood with a grumble
and swung with my chair
Excelsior tumbled
from under his hair
His eyes rolled like marbles
and fell to the floor
Yet he still mouthed his garbles
as if there were more
that he needed to say
that he had not yet said
but we’d all left the room
because he was undead.
We returned with a stake
that we drove through his sternum -
you can talk at a zombie
but you simply can’t learn’em.