Living Dead

Wake up in the pool at night
with a hotdog in your mouth
a barbell on your windpipe
an answer creaming in your mind
and a smile of benevolent love
for all God's living creatures
which are lunching on your testicles
as you drown in the shallow end
gnat have mercy, mother Mary
you are choking in a blue blue dream
where angels of salt in speedos
feed you earwax from a trumpet
owls doggy paddle in your skull
which is a gourd of marmalade
you are the undead King Correction
with a poolside death, ladling
lollipop porridge into your eyesockets,
organs with distinct personalities
that reason as they slowly kill you
coming backwards into consciousness
with a headache like burning death
you flounder from the water's edge
into the dense and dripping forest
regress into your beehive childhood
smashing cupcakes on toadstools
with drooling fairy whores
oh yes oh yes