hellsforheroes

Updated...I just spent my night listening to a hassid make reggae, all the while filling my mind with existentialism



...what a glorious time to be alive

...and i think I might put some small words on my wrist...I am open to suggestion...



As the jazz
rolls
buttery between
her thighs

I see
drug
abuse
resuscitation

Fine tweed
tickled
pallid
bulbous azure

swank
skinny
skank
metaphors

she
and Ra
a river
electric

eel
wet
wine
soaked

sluice juice
nectar
paralyzed
heroin

flicking
allegory
a bodkin
jealous whim

for objectivity
defining
the prior
cunnilingus

and the evening
class
sophisticating deep
throat

hockey
tonsil
white
wash

wasted
urchins
come
dangling








I can taste the feathery mucuos
still
and the dainty patience
her piquant niiple electromagnified

Oh porcelain chin
to become sapid direlict
collection plate
defiled

She a woman
in to me
entombing
esoterically

If only pedestals were vogue
and dimples
risen
by cherubs and irridescent strings

Of a god
beyond me
she in love
with a god

Dancing
petite
like a warm cocoa
upon depressing frigid

Blackness
pissed
youth
here

She maybe the answer
to my rot
unalike and silent
forever

Man
and kin
tender
twiddling a generation

Shopping milk toast
precious
a starling
to an eagle

A north american songbird
below
my window
orgasming into shocking death

the star fallen
discovered
like rock
or interstellar junk

galactic pretty
tickling
bare
mercy rattle hum holy