Old Stove in a Nacogdochian House

The wind was cold the night the man ran in through the door of the old Nacogdochian house. The temperature outside made his bones chill. Just a watery, thick, cold mess. The old stove still sat to one side of the room. He had a cigarette lighter in his pocket. Outside the door was a few splinters left over. Turning the handle on the stove, he looked inside. Putting in the pine, two pieces in the center laid out in an x, he then laid one log on the right and left of the pine. On top he put the larger of the sticks of wood. He looked around the stove one last time before he lit it to make sure nothing would catch fire. Everything he lit lasted to its last breath. Sitting on the old cold wood floor in front of it.

The Sunspots and Zachary Taylor

Sunspots like pimples on my skin
They wake me during the night
They pull my emotional strings
They make me feel bad or good
Blasting the Earth with a solar wind
Particles of the sun in my coffee
From here you would never know it
From space it is like rain
A rain of hot particles in your face
Zachary Taylor would know.

The Nacogdochian

The Nacogdochian walks down the streets of Nacogdoches
Looking in all of the wonderful windows
This place has great ceilings
David Crockett walked over here
Jim Bowie over there
Sam Houston in that place.
Rod Stewart stayed at the Fredonia Hotel
The Nacogdochian walks slow
Thinking about every step
Closer to Old Stone Fort.
With an old George Jones poster.

Sunspot Zombie

Zombie
The letter z is for zinc
The o is for omen
The m is for more of a man
The b is for berries
The i is for ink in squids
The e is for euros

Zombies and Cornbread

Old cornbread and zombies
Just a sitting out in the field
Waiting for the cows to come by
The cows really scare those zombies
Old cornbread and a glass jug of tea
The only thing here that takes your mind
Off zombies.

Cornmeal Zombie

A zombie could eat your face off
And most of you would not even know it
Your all so in a daze
Walking around with a hamburger in your face
Drinking a flouride ice cola
Rotting your brain stem into a colic mess
Remember that zombie in your window
Yea he just came in the house
And you dont even know where your cornmeal is.

Zombie Mister

Zombie man in a zombie car
What is that you say
I said zombie mister
A zombie
Here there, over on the creek
Watch out for his cold zombie hands
What a zombie of a thing he is.
What is that you say mister.