writings on life

Zombie Dream

All of a sudden I’m on the street

Out here among the voluptuous woman I used to always see

Something’s amiss, though

I’ve left my house

Headed out to get groceries

I’m quickly irked by what’s happening

It’s dark out

There’s a wanderer on the corner wearing a black hoodie and dark pants

Hood over his head

I quickly think, “He wants me dead”

He starts walking my way

He can’t run – I see that

But I can

I’ve got a gun

But only a few bullets

I decide to save them

So I hurry along

Sparing him

He wasn’t worth my bullet

I wasn’t worth his running

I head to Roland and see the mayhem in the street

People wrestling and tearing at one another

I head toward the main road, getting away from the chaos

I need to grocery shop

I take a left and head up the overpass

But I’m stuck between two cars, almost squished

I feel trapped

A guy in a car makes a flash

I hear Spanish

Nearby there’s people popping out of cars

One guy begins to brandish his firearm

There’s a panic

Traffic jam,

Cause for alarm

Somehow now I have groceries but I have to pay

I’m pushing my shopping cart up the overpass

It’s mountainous

The cart is full

I’m standing behind it pushing

But it’s too much

Like a sardine riding a tidal wave

I’m overcome

The cart comes crashing back on me

All the food items spill out

Others on the overpass stop to help me pick things up

We put things back in the cart

Dish soap, crackers, fruit

Why are these people helping me in the middle of this mess

I’m feeling a little stressed and oddly a little blessed

There were zombies beneath the overpass

And in the roads

Waiting to devour

I’m awakened in this final hour

People helping me in the middle of the storm

There’s no way this is the norm

I like to think there’s hope

Let there be hope

As our shopping carts crash down on our heads

And the zombies want us dead

There’s mayhem all around

I don’t believe these people are really helping me

Malice concealed

As they put my groceries back in the cart

Someone squeals

The crowd encroaches

And the zombies approach

The four bullets aren’t enough

My legs are paralyzed

In this moment I’ve realized

I need You to rescue me

And rescue all of us

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