Rudy Eugene

By Genghis Shawn
Zombie from Gaza By Genghis Shawn

I think tonight I’ll stay at home

And draw a bath

A cozy place to sit and contemplate the wrath

The pitter-patter of the faucet drips

And I count by math

I lick the salt off my finger tips

‘Til it drives me mad

The digits stick to my tongue

And I begin to add

One plus two plus three

Really too bad, too bad

Naturally, I must find what I need

In the streets to understand

I pick the flesh of his eyeballs from my teeth

‘Til it drives me insane

I lick the salt off my tips, I, Zombie.

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I am Become The Black

I am Become The Black

24 x 36 mixed media on canvas by Joshua James Collis available at Wolf/Sheep Arthouse email we@wolfsheep.com. The poem is a selection from my new chap book The Book of The Black also available at Wolf/Sheep

Dreaming In Black

Dreaming In Black

24 x 36 mixed media on canvas by Joshua James Collis available at Wolf/Sheep Arthouse email we@wolfsheep.com. The poem is a selection from my new chap book The Book of The Black also available at Wolf/Sheep

Orion

The wind shrieks by with a fervour reminiscent

Of a supposed madman coming to terms with society

Striations of clouds running faster than outlaws

After a crime spree

The rain stops temporarily

The drops run off me onto the damp dirty pavement

The clouds part momentarily

And they reveal Orion

The hunter overhead

Perpetually locked in mid-shot

Forever fletched

The hunt will never cull him peace