Zombie Slide Dance At Shoprite by Sy Roth

Original photograph by Robert Sundheimer
Original photograph by Robert Sundheimer

Rubber eeking
Disobedient cart
A red-river
Slide to the condiment
To the tattood
On gelatinous
Skin overlapping
Above her latex pants
Too tight.
His leg askew
March of zombies
Hand fighting
The cart
Steering it
In a last remnant
Of sanity.
Bird stops midflight–
He stops
Bird stretches its wings
When she bends
For pickle relish
On bottom
He stares
Hoping the bird
Would bear him
Where he could
Select a cart
That squeals
Names of prophets
Could shop right
In a world
That goes left.
Leg drags
Leaving behind
A moist trail
Of soiled remembrances
Conveying him
To yet unnamed
Where their warm waters
Eddy in pools
managed by Vietnamese
Foot massagers
Speaking to one another
The zombie marchers
For their squalor.
Get a cart they say
That speaks
My language.

©2018 Sy Roth
Original photograph by Robert Sundheimer with photographer’s permission


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Sy Roth is a retired school administrator who has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.

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