Night of the Dead Living

22 Oct

I am looking at some pictures of young men dressed in rags with blood dripping from their mouths, eyes, noses. One of them has a stump for a right arm. I’m not sure if it’s a gag or a real truncated limb. Things nowadays tend to flow that way. “One thousand zombies walked the streets of Toronto,” the caption reads underneath one crisp-clear, high-definition shot. Something about a film festival after dark…and then something something something…It all fades out into the amalgamation that is my reality. Commingled plastics and cardboard and paper and expired computer hard drives. I think: one thousand zombies walk the streets of any town, any day, any night. Watch the metros. Ascending or descending into Hell, every morning. Watch the buses. “Hey brotha, you got a quarter?” No. “How ’bout a dollar?” No. Watch the trolleys. The herds get off automatically at their assigned levels. Circles: Fifth. Seventh. Dante is there with the sinners and the traitors. Black Guelphs. White Guelphs. Pope Boniface VIII something something something… Cent. Five cent. Ten cent. Dollar. “Roses here, three dollars a bunch two for fiiiii’!” I used to pass by this giant Turk every morning. “Uhry day.” He had the loudest mouth on K-Street, the block between 18th and 19th. “One thousand zombies walked the streets of…” Insert your city here. Insert your life here, generational dividers and all.

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2 Responses to “Night of the Dead Living”

  1. slyboots2 22/10/2007 at 2:24 PM #

    Just call me your local Ghibelline, and call it good. Down with those filthy Guelphs.
    And onward to what I figure is probably about the 4th level. The 9th level is Havre, MT, circa 1984, so we’re not going there.

  2. (S)wine, Inc. 22/10/2007 at 4:20 PM #

    no, the 9th is New Carrollton, MD, circa 1985. wait…same thing.

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