hellsforheroes

oh what a sucker I am for hormones.....



a butcher and a cook



I know as though the blasphemous
hammer of god awaits
nightfall within the precious breasted calvary
respite

teetering like a lemon lozenge
on a pierced pixie
pebble
heavy and hard like erect erasure

dousing erotic robotics
as essence usurps
lake water
chatter

about this north land babble
bursting skinny for an electric bang
a bellowing croon
to Ursa majors spiked punch

slumbering in pine
sinful sap
sticky as stark
memories

graven as the glorious green
hail
refracting
the pikes mouth needle sharply

in ode to an echoing forest feigning
for troubadours
and physicists
child-like orgies

pissed in smothering tin
baptisms
for the drunk
leeches lapping cirrhosis kinky

and glory-holed
private
hairless
decanted candor killing

unoxygenated cyan
a bed wetting blue
urine like sadness
for stillness to screw

this night
jealous of confession
given by sweet dew
mercy

the womanly
thistle itch
courting with a crocodile
singing for hysterical love

as ancient as thick thighs
dowry
introduced the deadly
cotton bunny purse

it came toothless
and with an ice cream soaked lip
piece of americana
reckless

of her rebuilt motor
trolling a trim chassis
fruitful
like a big mouth

to an amphibian for dinner
guests
and a daughter
for oil slick jubilees

incest healthy
like English rain
and the hot streets full and gushing
royal blood

as only the common loon can see
candidacy
catering to old
fashioned gluttonous love