A. G. Bawang


Zombie - Poem by A. G. Bawang

I watch a tiny auburn ant
Make its way into my shoulders
Like some cocky rookie mountaineer
Hungry for an adventure
Or maybe a prone-to-wander soldier
Thrown off in his path by a cocktail of smells
From my wide open pores

He does not seem to mind my ogle
Perhaps my nonchalance is audible
And perhaps he did not know
That a hundred creepy-crawly steps ago
The cockroach sauntering towards the left-over noodles
Was not as lucky as he

You must think
That I am not as aseptic as I needed to be
But even if I am far from being Ross’ sister
I am not a Tribbiani either
Swat them flies
Squeeze the lights out of those roaches
Trap the rodents
Sever their heads
And burn them

Tonight though,
I suffer not this tiny drifter
To bask in my basketball induced sweat
Hopeful that its faint trudging on my skin
Will finally lull me-
To sleep.


Comments about Zombie by A. G. Bawang

  • (6/23/2008 12:17:00 AM)


    interesting piece here...loved your reference to Monica Geller...great work. (Report) Reply

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  • (6/22/2008 8:37:00 AM)


    Interesting image, (your ant the lucky beggar …) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2008



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