Heaven # 2

This armchair is covered with breasts.
I can't help sitting in it for hours.
A nipple pokes at my anus
and the hairs on the chandelier stand up.
Ferns guard the lower corners of the room
spiders build webs in the upper corners.

The chandelier dims. The spiders descend.
The ferns grow higher as steam
feeds them through the cracks in the walls.
This is the best air I've ever tasted:
someone is cooking a feast in a distant kitchen.
If I can wake up in time to walk through
the smashed television screen, I'll make it
in time for scrambled eggs with salsa.