Zombie beak

IMG_4052.JPGThe moon was busting at the seams this morning when I started my walk. This cellular phone device photo does not do it justice but it's the only evidence I have for you. People were just getting going. Lights were starting to blink as the early rising zombies joined me in the morning revelry. One of them staggered into my path as zombies do and he was wearing an old Bob Dylan concert T-shirt with dried blood stains around the neck. "Give me a bite of your forearm. This is my neighborhood. You and your friends should show me some respect. You should let me wet my beak a little" he bellowed as if he were Don Fanucci from The Godfather.

I backed away and threw a Twinkie at his head and started running. He bent down and ate the beautiful golden preservative filled sponge like it was 1973 and he was on the playground at Nellie Coffman Junior High in Palm Springs California. The sugary goodness poisoned his blood seeking lips and he collapsed like a cobra with a heart attack and started foaming at the mouth.

So I suppose it was a message and today is a good day to listen to some mixtape Bob Dylan. I think I'll start with The Man In Me off of New Morning. The second song will be I Threw It All Away off of Nashville Skyline.

What shall track 3 be?

Enjoy your zombie scrambled eggs. You are amazing. Simply amazing.

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