hellsforheroes

Sergeant somebody in my window sill pitching me Lilliputian romance, fuck off, I dont want to hear no serious stuff no, no Cyrano you can not come with me to see the trespasses of my plum garland scarlet remnant tangent turvy, moon shots all I got, whore, she is my girl officer, without a gentlemen, just me, loving her right, I pray forcing her to deal with me, but I will earn it, I will slay no dragon, but earn, I will grind like a miller, for that I am, a millers grandson, a man willing to work for his come-uppance, his paige of date palm fig lovely spark idolatry.Mickey grab your axe and cut me a crimson grove, a gaping grape hole for the vines of widows, and a lending vision of too many pueblos nearing baking points without any hollow, without a crystal of icy resolve, a bead in a bandana to further the washed rock bed, the cool other side dark in the night, the desert and my pillow warm from the sun, hard to sleep through, dragging pulling the sweaty revolver of Billy the kid, Jesse James, here to shoot at me with the shotgun above her door, to ask her a walk, to temp but a hand and a pedestal for her and I and me and her in the picture with urchins, little sea monsters asking where the wild things are, in your mommies heart, in her Glenlivet gladly loaded pistol of caliber, a hole ivory banister for my holy okeOh for mounting majesties, and such burials, mounds of tear, mounds ethereal, baffling prairie grass sand, small yellow flowers against the slants of wheat and katydid reddened eyes, dust bowling the strike anywhere matching picture of a FBI wanted list, a pyromaniacal infidel, the feast of the beast of, my burden, the animals, and her little whore house, my bedroom decorated like Louisiana, and the rising, Dixie talk she gives my French impressionist walk, the swagger, of Jimmy, the tea missing its crumpets, the poor suckers missing their dollars, dollars for god, for the god of Baptist bylaw inbred in-laws, hey candy ass rebel kiss my grandest rifle and swallow my loneliest trumpet playing wedding bells for my chain, quiet for my childrens voices, and her to bathe my etched eyes in her, your, shadow, on a balcony, towering angelic over an ocean grander than none of the simple curves left from your skirt catching your thigh, the fireplace near the crackling rocks offering suffrage, a chance to vote for a dating game damsel, and a minstrel on parole. There she is, like a symphony, there she is, singing to me, in my heart, she is in my heart, the robot in me, the training fitting me, the changes near, oh my god, what god, and what fear, a fear of something some other thing I cant sing about in the this fish house, this ice castle, this tail wrastle, a square peg in a round hole, a swim team in a provocative wishing well, another holy whole bunch of trouble, long days and hard nights, a hard rain is gonna fall, I will not fall, I guess I will work for it, drive extra hard, push the tin of a truckers stop, the vagrants, and top heavy easy zee-zee, the Dadaism of the dying a workmans death pushing iron over diesel, bio over coal, frontiers over deliverance, and motion offense over fears, falling behind to catch her up, kissing away a flower bed for a grander street corner in a mid day afternoon, all by myself, asking myself why I left Georgia, and the dead reef, why I left the crisp rock of wilting nothing, wasteland over Graceland, honky dying for the funk, apparently it wasnt very clear to me, that I needed to be someone other than I wanted to be if I was to be a gaucho on a farm of cheese, dreams set to vacation and settlement, antidisestablishmentarianism always my credo, why piss in the sink when you can cup a hand take a drink, beer for my horses, all dead, the men dead, my hood cloaked unsheathed tangled emasculate and faded, deathOnly lonely Love never needed an elevator when a stairwell will do, my love never needed a temperature because your cold heart was to never do enough for the mercury rising, and falling of the barometer set at zero, your heart dead stuffed full of your animal eyes, mom to be watching my muff dive, screaming to leave, screaming for my removal, your clit my shotgun swivel into teddy bear fluff, your stuffing in a little girls heart wishing well tears never grand like the horizon, just settled like hell, thats it, hell. Your love was hell.