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Villanelle for San Diego Comic-Con Regrets

I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year,
and every time you ask me I’m reminded
that instead of standing in long lines I’ll just be sitting here.

I will not be the very first to hear
the latest comic news, at least not until it’s tweeted.
I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year.

I will not see the costumes that appear
on the awkward and undeodorized
standing in long lines. I’ll just be sitting here.

I wish that you and I could grab a beer
after getting all 160 issues of Ultimate Spider-Man signed,
but I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year

Think of me when you are hanging out near
Joss Whedon, or Katee Sackhoff, who you think you spotted
while standing in long lines; I’ll just be sitting here.

On the bright side, I don’t have to worry about finding a tear
on my rare exclusive SDCC variant cover. So to everyone who asked:
No, I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year.
Instead of standing in long lines, I’ll just be sitting here.

Our William Tell Act

I shot the bitch and then I wrote a book.
The unclean spirit so ensnared my brain.
Her own death wish was really all it took.

Of drugs and literature we both partook;
Bohemia a comfortable terrain.
I shot the bitch and then I wrote a book,

and though it took a while before I got unhooked,
eventually I couldn’t find a vein.
Her own death wish was really all it took

to permanently cement the bleak outlook:
a junkie hero I am to remain.
I shot the bitch and then I wrote a book.

She was the den mother among the thieves and crooks,
the goddess of the wretched and profane.
Her own death wish was really all it took

to place the glass atop her head and overlook
all that would be sensible and sane.
I shot the bitch and then I wrote a book.
Her own death wish was really all it took.

Villanelle for a Zombie

Life is a challenge for the living dead.
It’s not a life that anyone would choose.
You’ll be all right if you can keep your head.

Despite whatever Hollywood has said,
you can’t know ‘til you’ve walked in zombie shoes.
Life is a challenge for the living dead.

When all who see you regard you with dread,
you have no opportunities to schmooze.
You’ll be all right if you can keep your head

and find those tasty folks who haven’t fled.
It’s simple when you know to look for clues.
Life is a challenge for the living dead

elseways. Many a ghoul has been misled
by background noises that only confuse.
You’ll be all right if you can keep your head

and hope another part gets shot instead.
It’s really not much of a pleasure cruise.
Life is a challenge for the living dead;
you’ll be all right if you can keep your head.