Zombieland

IMG_0443_v2Zombies are everywhere,
on television, in movies,
video games and literary
mash-ups.

I see them every day.
I see one every morning
in the mirror.
I am a zombie,
unthinking,
binge watching,
web surfing,
live tweeting,
over entertained,
under engaged.

I crave brains
because mine has atrophied.
I should trash my television,
crash my computer,
smash my smartphone.
Disconnect from the corporate
collective consumer unconscious.

It’s time to unplug the earbuds,
put down the screen,
pick up a book,
meet my neighbors
and wake the hell—
No! Wake the world
up!

 


 

The Democratic Presidential primaries begin soon. If you agree with the sentiments in the poem above, I sincerely hope you’ll consider supporting Bernie Sanders, like I do.

 

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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2 Responses to Zombieland

  1. Emily Cooper's avatar Emily Cooper says:

    Is it wrong to say my favorite part of this poem is the way you break the final lines? :-)

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