Mark Miller Poet Blank verse

I Live With Zombies

BY MARK RAYMOND MILLER 
COPY RIGHTED 12/28/2017 
I LIVE WITH ZOMBIES 
THEY ARE IN MY LIVING ROOM 
TELLING ME HAPPY STORIES
WHICH I FAIL TO HEAR
WITH ZERO'S BEHIND THE LITTLES 
WHO ABIDE WITH TEACHERS MIGHT
RECEIVE A LETTER EXTRAORDINAIRE   
 MAY I MASK WHY SO SOLEMN 
RULING CLASS TO STAPLED BEDS 
ARE NOT HONORARY DECAY 
JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE HAD WORDS 
WITHOUT MENTION TO LOVE HIS DEAD
AS IF WE ENTER EXITS WITHOUT EXISTENCE 
IF YOU WONDER WHERE THEY LIVE 
ACROSS THE SEAT FROM YOU 
I PROMISE TO WAIT MY DEAR 
FOR LOVE AND HONOR SINCERE 
SHOULD YOU CRY SO SOON 
 ALL IS SILENT ON THE WESTERN FRONT 
WHERE  CANNONS FIRE PROJECTS PAST 
RIVER SOMME'S BODY VESSEL STUMPS
OH BUT YOU ONLY KNOW SO LITTLE 
OF STILLBORN BABY EMMA'S ENCOUNTER 
WITH FRESH YOUNG MEMES DELIVERED  
ALIVE TO INFECT US ALL WITH RAZOR
 EDGE TEETH WHICH EARN TO SINK
WAS IT ONLY YESTERDAY WE SPOKE
OF OUR PAST DATE OUT COLD IN LOST 
I MUST ADMIT WITHOUT YOU AROUND
 WHO IS WORTHY OF MY SINISTER 
PLAYGROUND HORROR TERROR HOUR
I BID YOU ALL GOOD DAY PEOPLE 
FOR SOON MUSHROOM CLOUDS WILL 
 FILL OUR DAYS BUT DON'T DISMAY 
THEY'LL BE VISITORS FROM NIGHTIME GRAVES 
WHO ARE DEARER TO US THAN THOSE DISPOSED

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Mark Miller February 24, 2018 at 2:43 PM Poetry has to be a little evasive. Like it's running away from you. It's alive and breathing. Yeah, that's it. Poetry must evolve. Like any art it also must be elusive, even from yourself. Or what's the point. Your not writing a novel or a story. Your writing about a feeling. An emotion. And we can never pinpoint where or how they got there. However, poetry can lead you to those dark corners where admittance is exclusive. The metaphor being Alice's rabbit hole. Poems must have multiple pathway