Interrupting Mork

Your ceaseless chant of
"Nano-nano-nano" must
stop. It's time to write.

Avoidance, Part II

The void beckons me.
Hardwood under rythmic beats.
And now I must dance.

Avoidance

Thick, dense void; I fear
I cannot escape the pull
of your siren song.

Procrastination

Oh crass, tin nation,
you lure me with the promise
of greener pastures.

What I Learned About Zombies

Rotting flesh. No breath.
Subsist on fresh humans. But,
they are people too.