hellsforheroes

Bad habits from foaming mouths, gun mount molestations, infatuations with brill shrimp and brine, subtle butter in southern Minnesota, cars in a creamy delinquency, infancy of melted curdled unbridled dairy land delight, winter daylight slim like none and poetic like pathetic magistrate wisdom from a sand grain, and beaches tranquility from a lord, a big bad ole man with the how the west was won in one hand and the bible in another, some guy shitting bricks and calling for wars, screaming down towards hallelujah that prayer is for pagans and lordship for poems, I, me, I saw big fucking bad ass dreams, ruthless emotions of candled candidates, small light, peckerwood improvisation, knocking out lights, twilight, near night, a fortnight in a gravel ditch, three nails into a cross and the only vampire is holding on to my switch twitching with organs, yearning with orifices to burn a badge of honor in her little stem, to etch a mark of desolation upon my, now my own only bread crumb, the bravery of this pill popping Daphne to have kissed my catastrophe and cursed at my constitution, my America, my slave child heiress given a school to cavalier and sketch, the great architect, a fractal of implosion closing in my eyes that see em, just herb, hes got his vision on the dish, seeing her version of a tongue on the perineum, blood traipsing from the tip, her the bitch sucking more enemies than I could bring, than I come withcome with her to the sound of my heart locked away in a June bugs karma, born large and clumsy for a mid summers eve, only to roll over my front porch buzzing with a lonely pacifier blue and gold in pacifist sight. In little bookworm houses, leaves of fading seasons, even they know fate, my own orchard in a blossom fruiting in vein, afraid of sunlight, afraid of the stench, the corpse flower a cousin, the orchid in some lineage, some line of spectrum, inspecting the growing of the tiny flecks of microbe, the story of a canvas and a paintbrush Jesus, finger painting, finger banging the neighborhood girl, touching her gush blushing, a kid of a cousin, a kid he was fingering the latex, the viscosity in his aloe palm, the nails in his coughing lungs dying from bumble bees, dying for little cotton flowers on the big girls big curls, lemonade nannies in the afternoon, sprinkling kindling, and starching fountains, mountains of snow, and chasms, elastic raspberries, no parachute worthy love, just endurance orgasms. Slave traders they were, the devil and the other man, offering something for nothing, and a symptom. The swing set doesnt tell much beyond the peg leg and the sage brush, ahh, the tumbleweeds never carry long when the sticky pricks bloom, the stellar stars tell settlers nothing true, lemons, oranges, dates, isnt she lovely, eyes black, dress torn, glossy lips and countless sins, my kind of washed up romance, fancy dames, and sass, gluttony and the brass ring, a little dangerous nympho and that swill drinking tonic thing, pure poison killing me, dying for wraith, never sweating the envy. A toast to bad habits, to the engine, the motor, and the kerosene, the fine lady that turns my crank and the perfume on my fingers that allows my wife to hate meto Jesusour only sunand to my medicine, my heart is the only thingyou pagans smoked deity can rescind, my soul is too stupid blinded by delusion and impossible oddities, a glory death fade to host, a falling rock rolling a bed post, a highway freak, a cement ghost..