hellsforheroes

Big, grandiose like the glimmer in my eye, that is how I would describe the violent way she shakes an earth with a rattle and hum worshipping gospel perversion, the bottoms of her feet punishing the mattress for dog day splayed menstrual breathe. To describe her, as prismatic idiocy would be clairvoyant, to mention her as deranged would be sufficient, but of carnal pleurisyor admonished grace. I couldnt give her away, not a sailor or Peckinpaugh movie would do her flesh right, the raw beatings and the spittle tongue, cackling berserk weapons towards loin belly dangerous marshmallow savory rock candy, fucking cavities. Dentist drill in her hand, ice auger, bull dozer, all lacking the subatomic particles to make cytological misfortune from institutional embarrassment, oh what beautiful grubs, maggot toe-head suckling spare limbed Phoenicians. Mother, never fucked trite lipstick origins, and amalgam orifice excavations, to seed a fury kiwi tasting cervix after someone crucified her, Aphrodite, or Harlot sparrow. The brown eyed sparrow, hiding such disease under shredded feather flutter cesarean lines, beaten like a park decimated, and desecrated by cramping pant crapping abortions. But, of the love she makes, and her hummingbird song, as is redemption, the glass eye, it fits, the three prong electric eye socket, the muffle beats to only her hammer drum, the serpent gaze to only her lonely unrest, unless, she slaps my vein party favor vampiric, unless she eats my young raw, and perishable, no grocery of goods, greenery stalked, except with her the tiger lily opulent super novae, pulsing into the wee hours of mourn, the splintering vindictive of sun, grumbling, antiquated again.