HORROR FILM: THE NEGATIVE STOCK FOOTAGE
That weekend will be cold and the zombie
will be schootching into a car engine.
Meanwhile, I will be walking for new food.
That is my habit on a Saturday.
If it is raining I hold out my leg
in a position like, “Like it zombie…
Do you like this disembodied leg, sir?”
The zombie will say, “Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!”
And I will give him the powdery flesh
that drops off when I sleep in the daytime
near the light from the beautiful window.
“Have a ball with that. Have a big fat ball.”