Anti-Zombie Halloween Poetry

Somebody ripped off my face

Gorgonzola fantasies, fried

Eyeballs sucked

aquarium, mercury teeth

sitting across from me

                (the chair, if you

                look, has a paisley pattern,

                red and brown semen things

                stitched with gold trim)

I think this man might be dead

but with all the jewelry captured

“every time I come around the city”

I nod my head because I’ve heard

music, beneath the skirted sofa

the tentacles inside my stomach

have arranged a slimy conference

by slapping together,

I can think of a million dead fish

but they don’t show up for the feast

eyes drift, down into the gravel

settle there

bubbling surface

if nitrite burn could resurrect this malaise

upon my knees the worms

fingernails crusted with dead flies

scorned, the color of melted butter

fills these voids

“someone has ripped off my face”

the figure might be nodding

tonight shall be delightful

                (when the moon falls asleep

                behind aquatic molars, lost

                the chattering

                of winding gears)

“I haven’t fallen down in years”

he’s the most interesting man

to think about death,

if only I could see him

I’m familiar with the taste

of Gorgonzola nitrates, ammonia

inspired decapitations

fish sleeping in a pile of leaves

like my dead neighbors.