I would prefer if the water
was caffeinated.

I hope when I burst
my blood splatters
in pretty formation,
and looks so beautiful when I am found
that nobody dare defile
by wiping or taking sample.

I hope my intestines
are fed to stray dogs
who would surely appreciate.

I hope my heart
consecrates a Valentine's Day card
that is not sold, but given 'way
so that in death I can spite Hallmark Capitalism.

I hope my lungs
keep breathing
cuz air tastes real nice.

I hope my eyelids do not close
for though blindness be serene
I want to see my funeral
and everybody to stare into me
as if a transparent tapestry
behold my soul, deep as they can go
so I can have that
connection,
for eyes are purest
communication.

I want my tongue
to be severed, dislodged
and buried in a vat of sorbet,
so that the afterlife will be
one great rollicking
orgasm.

That's what I want
to happen.
Purest Final Eternal Orgasm.