Venus Speed Trap

[Poetry In Motion]

On an autobahn of sex, (That is a really startling image, way to go! Really great use of metaphor)
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 (What do you mean you buzz back at the glass?)
behind which lies consummation.  
My ancestral ghosts, hard as dry glue,
adhere to the sweet invisibility (What makes invisibility sweet?)
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. (What is an insect sky? Can you be more specific?)

I think this poem has some interesting elements in here, I also find that you use a ton of metaphor and also by the way I would change sweet to divine invisibility as that works better. But to what I was saying: this poem is really nice and the effortless flow you put in here is really quite something. Thanks for sharing.