hellsforheroes

My old self feels like content...inertia like a cadillac streaming elvis, sipping Jack Daniels on the man's clock...damn, rebellion isn't for every forever sun, just the good set rolling melancholy cigarette chafe, roped, hustled, doped.

btw...I have decided that whatever I am writing must be one of two things....a true voice being honed, with some unalienable talents....or, a worthless jumble of self-indulgent, quasi-intellectual jargon, manifactured by the worldest biggest pretender....so, here's a toast...to the wizard of oz's ego, and to Van Gogh's brother, may they always be but of the same breath.


Shady swill

If my finger could lengthen
To love you
A song
In whimsy candle seduction

I wood
And Steal
Screw
Or Beat

The long toss
Evocation
Migraine
Loony

For as the silt
Surfs
Plebian
Orgies

Ataxia
Blends
Shangri-la
Buddhist

By all means
Bumbling
Gooey
Auto-erotic nectar

Platter
Flattering
Platypus
Ridiculous

Stuffed and taxed
A figment
By god
And not sailors

Clucking
To a whore
With mammal
Eggs

Biologically innate
Inner
Her
Mate

The Diaspora religious
Like Christianity
Is
To stupidity

Under a fix
Motley
Masochism
Belle

Nosferatu licking
A
Metaphor
Juggler

Like You
Let her
Lick
Your bloody jugular

Vane Carotid
Art
Crying
Virgin

To risk
The golden
Tailoring
Of gods covenant

Cowering amongst sluice
Baptism hallucinogenic
Primeval
And daffodils

Winking liquid hot
Suckling
Slumbering
Coitus

Two
Beg
Gall
And death

Mercy
A Tao martini
Waxy
In eyed Aeronautics

Suicide
Hemmingway
Glorious
And sinful