Zombie flesh,
I wear dead skin,
That of male privilege
I am beyond
Remember me as king
Powered by ancient ghosts
Slave of a thousand years
I must feast
Skin-I must pierce
I am made of Earth
As my blood fills the sky
Sins of the last thousand years
Are lashed onto trees
Under this spell
I search for treasure and find pleasure
Once devoured
I will bathe in blood
And beg forgiveness
Because I need to stay human
I am the sun
The moon
The earth
Dark creature that haunts every fantasy
He walks towards the sun
A lost soul
With his shadow by his side
The universe is empty
Yet his shadow is bright
Closer to the sun
His body begins to expand
With heat and magnetism
Fusing million atoms together
Generating a new strand
His shadow was young
Being miles away from him
His memory,
His genetic material,
Divides after cell division
the world seems microscopic
And the darkness was vast
Time was infinite
Mysterious vagabond grabs his shadow
Puncturing its windpipe
Both began to bleed
Unable to speak
Unable to breathe
Christopher Anthony Velasco is a mixed-media artist and secret poet working in Los Angeles. His photography and collage pieces explore the urban landscape, public and private space, and questions of identity. He received his bachelor of fine arts in photography and media from California Institute of the Arts in 2010, and he has also studied at Art Center College of Design and East Los Angeles College.
