hellsforheroes

gin

May they lie of the Canadian goose down
The bosom of my birthed head
A mothers arm and teat
White on walking pink

Of Wooded icicle worlds shielded
Blanketed by trespassing rabbits
Peter jealous of pine
Gnawed by inaction

The Pleistocene fantasy
Willing slaughter at midnight
To chandelier cutters
Void with hushed depression

Work, without play
Rapt rooms
Windows
Voices echoing frozen adjustments

Of babies under starless winter
With Miniscule fingers sticking like geckos
Snow white angels
Genius renaissance ghettos

Flu like a fever
Empty like lies
Truth forgetting growth
Dwelling on flake precipice limbs

Splatter canvas of fallen gods
Ashes of passed angels
The darkest upside
The final hope

Snow on a dormant soul
Whispering fairy tales
Forgetting Christmas
Beyond the growing Vulcan sun

Midnight beauty making a stand
Courageous and porcelain
Blended and single
Of virtuoso pornography

Halo left for a stolen bible
A cross of icicle maple traded
At the feet of Gideons
God goaded beneficiary

The only purpose worthy of trees
Crucifixes and guitars
Bible sets on mandolin
Playing to the nuclear night