ZOMBIE

I am a zombie
half dead, half alive
telling the truth and lying
at the same time
trying to live, but waiting to die
and the thing is in this life
if you're not laughing, you're crying
so I pop these limbs back in their sockets,
empty my pockets of last night's treasure
and nurse my hangover
like a post-adolescent Florence nightingale.
the marks her fingernails made
are still on my skin
as I think to myself
what it's like to be living
I realise I'm no longer a man,
but a zombie:
half dead, half alive
telling a truth and lying
at the same time
trying to live,
and
waiting
to
die