Stir Crazy

A fantastical party pulses in the mucus of my brain:

We gnash sweet morsels and gurgle bitter tea, not a soul sane.

Dahmer deposits sour sugar into my cup as he caresses my thigh.

Meanwhile, Sweeney Todd surgically slices triangles of meaty pie.

Dabbing the dark chocolate from his human mask is a fellow called Gein.

Bundy's face twitches as he repeats, "Will somebody pass the spleen?"

The obese clown named Gacy meat-sweats his face paint away

While Jack the Ripper, holding a dead stripper, refuses to pay.

In the sharp silence their utensils burrow beneath my skin,

Draining the blood from my body so the feast can begin.