Consumption

My line use to be
loving you for eternity.
Then I discovered within your curves
corners, deception and words words words.
Rising from a tub like slippery Venus
you floated about with my penis.
But now I’m a turd in your punch bowl.
Your prize for the night. An ace in the hole.
Let me go home. I wanna be normal.
Kiss my wife and chomp on hot Hormel.
Raise flocks of doves that ought to nest
on peaks of skyscrapers and know how best
to save our planet from colliding stars.
Still I won’t chase bats claiming souls
were nothing but extravagant moles
poking up munching on Mars Bars.