Venus Speed Trap

[TranquillityBase]

On an autobahn of sex,
soul-stained and monkey-wrenched,
smashed on a windshield,
reborn in constant desire, 
indifferent to lush grasses and hot asphalt
I buzz back at the glass
behind which lies consummation.  
My ancestral ghosts, hard as dry glue,
adhere to the sweet invisibility
that denies me that hothouse flesh.
Dissolve me with chemicals,
wipe my dead away,
but I will aim myself again
and forever at that point  
of no return.  Better to 
succumb to the obliteration
of that silicate kiss 
than to save my soul for an insect sky.

On an autobahn of imagined sex,

soul-stained and monkey-wrenched,

I am a bug smashed on a windshield.

Reborn, always with wings, 

indifferent to lush grasses and hot asphalt

I buzz back at the glass

behind which lies  consummation.  

My dried ghosts 

adhere to the sweet clarity

that denies me that hothouse flesh.

Dissolve me with chemicals,

wipe me away,

no matter, I will aim myself again

and forever at that point  

of no return.  Better to 

succumb to the obliteration

of that silicate kiss 

than to save my soul for an insect sky.









Perplexed,

soul-stained and monkey-wrenched,

I feel like a bug

smashed on the windshield

of Eros.  Reborn, always

with wings, indifferent to

lush grasses and hot asphalt

I kamikaze back at that glass

behind which lies 

consummation.  All across it

my dried ghosts 

collude to the clarity

of an illusory Eden.

Dissolve me with chemicals,

wipe me away,

no matter, I aim myself again

and forever at that point 

of no return.  Better to 

succumb to the obliteration

of its silicate kiss than

fly into the impossible sun.