Your Salvation

Humans explode, rain falls.
Untilled fields clap thunderous wanting,

wrenching the chalice of nightmares from me,
force feeding foie gras into my dick.

That night I hid in the dermis of others,
blew up my school in a dream, worked and died.

My heart, lost in the roads of my flesh,
will one day walk up the stairs into space,

swimming in the snot of someone else’s beauty,
running from the rapist hiding in my ball sweat.

Acquiring the skills to build monuments to nothing,
I rehearse speeches in other people's voices.

Nature splooges all over the world.
Isles and peninsulas long for your salvation.