Heavenly Bodies

An asteroid, suspended, waiting to destroy us.
The moon, a steel plate over hollow tunnels.
A moonlit fence-maze, empty, hiding nothing.

A network of highways floats in a vacuum.
A network of hallways, cool air, doors (prick-hearted beasts
haunt dependable construction). Lulled into nothingness

by dreams of promised values, possible worlds
acted out in commodities, animal needs
that are met and that are not, you are immobile, curled in yourself,

curled in the world being built up around you,
called from your pupa by gaunt, warring angels,
thrust into mazes of overhead walkways,

networks of stairwells, paths in the rain,
worlds hologrammed from the mind’s weak projection,
a globe from the orb of the rubbed pleasure center,

an unrecognized real monster of pus, touching your dick,
chomping on chocolate, a hollow, crawling
shell blessed with life.