prized pig

oh rubber moon,
there's a ham for us yet. they tell me
i am rotten slop worship. i am the pink
limousine arriving at the tree
of fingers. god was once 
a fallen angle too. he ate 
corn on the cob until he was as round
as a roller skate. all the children
on the back of the sow as she enters
the new atmosphere. i wanted salvation.
i wanted a body worth pinning 
a ribbon to. blue ribbon boy. broken
blood vessels that used to carry groceries.
there is fat layered on my bones like wings.
hooves to be pickled. the foot of my father
in my mouth. i tried to climb
the tree to puncture a hole in god's heart.
instead, all i saw were rats up there.
big ugly rats with mouths full
of grease. god has let the afterlife go.
all he does is tell the pigs to go
& eat whatever they can. i take my ears &
plant them in the earth's core. listen
to history muttering to itself. it says,
"pork chop pork chop." cheese sliced
as thin as skin. i salt my thighs.
i ride the milkshake dragon. fill a vial
with teeth & sell if for a chance
to hear the pigs speaking. hoagie sacrifice.
it is a megatron. it is a house
of mirrors. the pigs eat one another
until there is just one big huge pig
who doesn't know where she is.
i lead her into the ocean to become
a cruise ship or else maybe at least
devoured. all the stories filling the air.
we are living popped balloon lives.
when the prized pig bites me,
all you'll hear is the sound of 
a crooked tooth becoming a mandolin.