Sequestered to the back
Of the bar
Where the wallflowers
And the uninvited
Wild things are
Wild things are
Watching the crowd with
My hello kettle
Running a mutual commentary
For our own amusement
Entertaining ourselves as usual
While everyone else
Is entranced by
What's happening on stage
Laughing at the absurdity
Of it all
Including ourselves
Knowing that this is
Our version of
A fine romance
The most we'll ever be
Together
Which is still more
Than can be said
For the zombie apocalypse
With necks bent downward
That surround us