Venus Speed Trap

[Brian Roberts]

On an autobahn of sex,                   Fantastic opening line, underscores the transience and speed inherent in the bug life, and ours.
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, Phenomenal image.
adhere to the sweet invisibility
that denies me that hothouse flesh. hothouse flesh is visceral for me.
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  silicate kiss, I love the gliss and sibilance here, internal rhyme and alliteration
than to save my soul for an insect sky. He thereby embraces his authenticity? rejects the "herd-instinct?"

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.

This poem is replete with superb imagery. I envy your talent, tqb.....I will re-read your re-writes and critique further. Enjoyed this work immensely! Perhaps this is a commentary on the human condition as well.......or, rather, it is just exactly that.