I drove through Kapuskasing
with a zombie in the trunk,
I found him in a topless bar,
pretending to be drunk.
I drove through Kapuskasing
with my phasers set to stun,
there’s nothing so insidious
as turning into one.
I drove through Kapuskasing
in a stolen chevrolet,
I remember deja vu
like it was yesterday.
I drove through Kapuskasing
to avoid the third world war,
exuding toxic chemicals
from every single pore.
I drove through Kapuskasing
with a man named Oberon,
he said to put the hammer down,
and baby, I was gone.
I drove through Kapuskasing
with a suitcase full of gold,
shivering a little
in this f-f-frigging cold.
I drove through Kapuskasing
with a bottle in my hand,
bowing to temptation
in this never-never land.
I drove through Kapuskasing
in an alcoholic haze,
glowing like a firefly
in oh so many ways.
I drove through Kapuskasing
in a diamond-studded bra,
the devil gave me apples,
but that’s not against the law.
I drove through Kapuskasing,
my virginity intact,
the thin veneer of purity,
ever so slightly cracked.
I drove through Kapuskasing
with a map to paradise,
the devil gives directions,
but you have to pay the price.
I drove through Kapuskasing
for the twenty-seventh time,
the bobble-headed Elvis
was as silent as a mime.
I drove through Kapuskasing
with a rose between my teeth,
I stripped the skin from beauty
to reveal the bones beneath.
I drove through Kapuskasing
past the point of no return,
I whacked him with a cricket bat,
but zombies never learn.
mt forest
August 2013
#208