But first a word from RevolutionSF's Joe Crowe:
You need to go ahead and pick up Underwater Fistfight, the book of poetry and other short things from Matt Betts.As a learned individual, I find it difficult to find poetry that is not trying to be capital-M Meaningful. It's tougher still to find poems that are not titled “Untitled.” Dude. You wrote the whole poem. The title should be the easy part.
But Matt Betts succeeds in both realms with this collection of his poetry. All of it is informed by years of geekiness, of which I heartily approve. Zombies. Mothra. Deathbots. You'll find something you like herein. I highly recommend “The Patchwork Monster Looks On As the Mad Scientist Shaves Himself,” and “UFOs over Toledo Spell Out Dirty Word.”
And “The Secondary Character's Revenge.” And “The Great Zombie Pyramid Scheme.”
You'll thank me later. But first, enjoy this free excerpt. There is more like this in the book.
My Zombie Journal
This isn't so bad.
Took me forever to walk to the
Post Office, though. Wish I were one
of those fast zombies like in the movies.
I wonder if that
guy on the lawn
is dead or sleeping?
Turns out the guy
on the lawn
was dead. Too bad.
So hungry. Wandered along with some other
zombies toward the mall for a while.
a stupid idea. Who would hide at the mall?
Down brains the river
I brains some
people hiding on a boat. They waved and
taunted me with
their brains. Mmmm. Sea food.
Sadly, I discovered I can\'t swim anymore.
Brains in brains
brains brains the brains others won\'t
with the brains
Stupid brains making me brains even more.
a city filled
Some guy shot me twice. I ate him.
It was great. Not so hungry anymore.
I think better on a full stomach.
I know I had
arms when I came into this town
But I seem
to have left one somewhere.
dude with the chainsaw was tasty.
Started walking down the highway toward the capitol. Ran into a
group of zombies all chanting
find some weirdos out in the suburbs.
Right there at the link.