Twelve Sunsets

What’s that I hear in the distance?  Is it thunder?  The ice-cream man?  No.  Then it must be another installment of Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday.  Due to universal forces out of my control, I missed posting last week but I did add some to the WIP I posted from the last few times.  I was all ready to post from there again but, to my own amazement, I caught the message that this was cue word week, like college week on Wheel Of Fortune but cooler.  Anyway, the word suns appeared nowhere in that snippet, considering it’s night in the scene, so instead I got all prose-like and came up with this.  I hope sunsetsmake the cut – it was as close as I could get.  Something a little different but staying in the zombie state of mind (Is that a Billy Joel song?).  Enjoy and check out all the other great sunsrelated snippets over at SciFiFanSat.blogspot.com. ___________________________________________________________________________
Twelve sunsets lay rid
The ghost town of Manhattan
Where zombies dwell in the spas and
Walk through fountains
With weekend hats and plastic souls
Driving down brick laden paths
To farmer's market filled with
Spoiled fruits from forgotten realms
Burning out their retinas
Watching blurred horizons
I never claimed to be a poet.  Seeya next week where I’ll return to Annie trapped in an alley while being chased by a ravenous pack of zombies.  Maybe they’re vegans?