In an empty city lot
scattered
with
jagged glass
and
discarded condoms,
life dried up
and  
stepped on

you exchange dollars
for a glimpse
into
Nirvana

Compost lies quiet
and steaming
holding onto secrets

a fog rises from the pile
and
the stench of life
grows

indulging your bloated appetite,
you usher it
to somewhere unknown
somewhere behind
the yellow door
that closes you off
your mind
a frozen
empty
crypt

to a place where grubs feast
on flesh
and
spirit
eat away till silence
fills the air,

inflates your lungs
lifting you
like a zeppelin
above
the misery
and the muck
floating
your frozen mind
melts
your body tingles
in the warm
flow

through a blinding light
you see
everything at once

all the colors of the rainbow
eternity inside
a raindrop
the blessed numbness
of Nirvana
within your reach

Then I rise
from the steam
I open the yellow door
and fling myself
to
the other side
grabbing
you
by the throat
holding
tight
breathing into your face
hot breath
filled with cobalt smoke
I laugh
maniacally
you are mine
I cram you into a box
jab needles
in your arms
stuff your nostrils
with caustic powder
and
you plunge

I drop you
on your head
into
the middle
of the steaming pile
that opens like jaws
***** you into the colors
that were reflected
in the rainbow
reflected through your tears

up close they are
orange, yellow, and crimson fire
and
smoky blue death
I sneer
you whimper
and we wait
till next time

wait till next time