Human Flesh is A Gateway Drug (A Love Poem.)

As recently assigned by Rob Geisen, the co-editor of Baobob Tree Press, a poem entitled:
Human Flesh Is A Gateway Drug

Human Flesh is a gateway drug
into those long-ass tunnels we drive through
just to see that small glimmer
of all our idealized
excitements, heavy with hope
running after every carbon molecule
that has created what you are

and I am chewing
on the fat of my own arm
to drive to you, dear

&

in my desperate lack of an automobile,
I sit conjuring in my chair
thinking of all the other ways
to transport myself
to where I am
to where you will be
when the apocalypse
treats us
kindly
&
only us

as the astringent grass parasites
and termite-eaten hearts
lie under our cloths mounted high above
our safety saran-wrap
blankets
with a cement
foundation,

we won’t die like this,
no,

we will conquer this apocalypse
and lay close but
not entirely on the grass
all day

Human flesh
is all you
are
and
all
I
am
and
baby
you’re my gateway
to being okay
with that

as I scream under the tollway
that didn’t want to raise its gate
because I am standing here
bartering with the teller
about the true expression
of love
and
how
dignity
and honor
will take me
across this horizontal beam
our civilization has put in front of us

Yes Baby
Without my car
to meet your flesh
with mine
I have walked
across the desert
and the city
and the highway
staring at all the dead hawks
and elk
and sometimes armadillos, (when I was in texas)
but sometimes
you have to walk
the great distance
because
human flesh,
is usually so insipid and meaningless,
but yours babe,

well yours is

just one

hell of

a

beautiful

drug.