SUBSCRIBECAROUSEL by Brian Rosenberger
posted December 14, 2007 under Poetry
Tags: Brian Rosenberger, guns, poem
Zombies
He paints them with his gun
colors of red and bone
like bursting balloons
the “Bang” is the same
He remembers
carnivals and county fairs
of his youth
elephant ears and candy apples
one lucky girl voted into royalty
the roar of the tractor pulls
no beauty queens now
hardly any beauty at all
just rust and rot
round and round
Something wicked
this way shambles
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Brian Rosenberger was last seen in the company of Sushi, a featured dancer at Innsmouth’s infamous Thrills and Gills Gentleman’s Club. Prior to that, his writings appeared or will be appearing in Cthulhu Sex Magazine, Erotic Tales V. 2, Blackest Death V. 3, Twisted Cat Tales and more. He also authored the chapbook Poems that Go SPLAT. Updates concerning his current whereabouts can be found at home.earthlink.net/~brosenberger.
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Innsmouth?Very Lovecraft of you…that last line was cheesy,”something wicked this way shamble”,but the rest was good.
Comment by SMEAR — July 25, 2008 @ 4:05 pm