hellsforheroes

In a last desperate moment
A man sawed off
Pointed at me
Crippling with city eyes of indemnity

The street became
To a shark in orgasm
Pavement blood
Like hobo liquor

Under the cherry wine
The Moon bathed
In rain water converted
Naked jay-bird theater

Set sunset alveoli asthmatic
To be yonder
Here
And now

With a porcelain tendril
Lingering to shatter
Glass
In me

The Virgin Mary
Thinking
I was
Achilles

And me
Pointed
Loaded and thrust forward
Timely like metaphorical redundancy

Without rhyme
In a loveless season
Waiting, dying
In epiphany

Until the very breathe
Is stolen
In bloody debt
Gangster impetus wild

Reaping
Nature
Opulent in bevy
Ire spent

And grace
Full
Of Stupidity
Upon a dire precipice

To which
Gospel
Is a guiding light
To romanticized masculinity

In my pants
She is dancing
Smitten crest
Befuddled

Cocksure whimsy
Zealous
And symptomatic
Stumped

Thumping beat
Down
Low light crooned
Rumbled ethnicity

Groveling
Holy
Mercy
To be so deep within love

When the orchestra hums
Like the tired ocean
Sand basks
Immortality

As sin and beckon mention time
And time winks
Photonic
And minimally existent

Core
Essential tranquility
Like the nook of an eve
When whisper mentions psalm

And forgiveness
Metamorphosis
Iconoclastic
Butter melted serenity

To which
What witch
What war locked
Away

Dancing
In an alleyway
Broiled
Inner-city stolen

The fading love
Of a woman
To make
A Man

Like a woman
Can make
A man
A man


AND


Incant me
A star
Little birdie
With orange cheeks

Yellow suspender
Charm
Like crickets
To buddy holly

Hiccup serenades
As ideal
To me
As Sunshine

And liquor talk
Lullaby
Naked
Plutonic

As perpetual family
Without sin
Or
Alibi

Cake
All covered
In Cooing
Marzipan

Bird droppings
To fruit
Fly
Maggots

Reproducing
We
Are
Magnanimously

Billion
Spoke
Howling
Wolves

The parrot
Cock
A teal
Female

And me
Like lamprey
Wine
Suckling

Orgy
Watchers
Wishing
Angels

At least she is
An angel
Like a pixie
To a fool

Before antiquity
Knew
Greek
Metaphor

Under the sky
Short
On the earth flat
Running away

Depression
But a used
Popsicle
away


(Not surprising choices coming from me, I'm sure)

thanks for the comment/post, man. i really enjoyed it, which is nice because your work usually goes over my head. you bring out the lazy thinker in me.

what is the one piece for? an anthology/zine?

i seem to remember a while back you complained of a creative disappointment. that seems to have passed, which is good to hear.

happy new year and all that.