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Mosh Pit Zombies: A Zombie Zonnet
mosh pit zombies in a musical trance
once the music stops, then we really dance
they begin the chase, we will run from you
yelling at the band, hope they get the clue
shouting: play some more, or we surely die
it’s just the thing that keeps them occupied
as to when they turned, we don’t really know
it must of happened sometime in the show
the conundrum of this chaotic mess
are symptoms of what the lyrics address
can’t have dark metal without dismal death
it’s what gives the genre its toxic breath
so here we are, just going round and round
once the music ends, dead ones will abound
For the Love of Brains: A Zombie Zonnet
eating brains was common in some places
I first ate brains in Mexican tacos
“barbacoa,” they call it in Texas
there was nothing wrong with it when I did
in fact they were quite delicious to eat
sold by the pound when I was growing up
eating brains was common in some places
might have heard of it somewhere over seas
taboo, especially live monkey brains
maybe heard it in a story or two
maybe saw it in American films
maybe it was elsewhere without knowing
eating brains was common in some places
but now, it’s everywhere, walking with death
Jumping Rope with Zombies: A Zombie Zonnet
one and two: zombies are coming for you
three and four; and be knocking down your door
five and six; they’ll be breaking bones like sticks
seven and eight; zombies open the gate
nine and ten; zombies walk lose from your pen
jump rope with me and I will set you free
if you stop now, there is no guarantee
eleven and twelve; in a shotgun-hell
thirteen and fourteen; they are really keen
fifteen and sixteen; always causing a scene
seventeen and eighteen; you’re gonna scream
nineteen and twenty; the dead are plenty
jump rope with me and I will set you free
if you stop now, there is no guarantee
Wisdom for Zombies: A Zombie Zonnet
death is a journey, full of twisted turns
here are just a few, things that you must learn
accept that you’re now, what you’re now to be
do what feels good, do what comes naturally
time to know yourself, plenty days in sight
the world is still full, ready for the fight
shotgun shells are hell, food is worth the risk
swift to the selected, wistfully brisk
sounds of the screaming, should but bring you joy
cornering live ones, you’re the real McCoy
savor every piece, flesh that you can find
you are your truth, always keep that in mind
don’t you forget, wherever this takes you
you are the zombie, the world is your zoo
Chupa-Ku, Volume XV: No. 71-75
el chupacabra
only looks out for itself
not loyal at all
the real truth is that
they exist, but they do not
play well with humans
chupacabra waits
for no one, nor a handout
it takes when it wants
fresh, cool, morning dew
runs beautifully across
the goat’s twisted face
envelope of dark
seals in your wildest fears
el chupacabra
Juan Manuel Pérez, a Mexican-American poet of indigenous descent and the current Poet Laureate for Corpus Christi, Texas (2019-2020), is the author of O’ Dark Heaven: A Response to Suzette Haden Elgin’s Definition of Horror (2009), Live from La Pryor: The Poetry of Juan Manuel Perez: A Zavala Country Native Son, Volume 1 (2014), and Sex, Lies, and Chupacabras (2015), as well as the co-editor of The Call of the Chupacabra (2018).