hellsforheroes

And my three weeks of vacation are over....with the only visible damage, a sliced right index finger, I broke a bottle over a man's head...in a bar fight in mexico...long story...I have detoxed myself from narcotics...and possibly the ganja...but have taken to alcohol like a big eyed moth to a roman candle...the herbals will remain a resource...in lesser abundance, and change, is all around...from the cardinal whistle trying to get laid, to my heart, full and bright with hope, no longer caught in depression, the daylight saving the little grace I failed to squander...god bless spring, and the break...wind in my sails...wind is in my sails...it might be time to climb a mountain and shout...


If there wasnt sonnet
I would be right
As rain
Pretending to be an older virtue

Sweet
As the innards
The vitamin liver
Of chocolate

And sex
Meandering
Like reading a book
Under sunlit windows

Covered by plants
Green and lemon
Grass filament
Candy swimming

In brown eyed gardens
Punctured
By imperfection
And conversation

Between co-workers
About this
And that
Being done right

By eyelids
And aphids
Growing from soil
Or skin

Hair
A liars blade
To reality
And love

Shaved for Buddhists
As lovers
Prickled by deserts wood
And ferns

Lush as panderers
Of pink blooming
Pretentious roe
Eggs wilting

Sun baked to baskets
Of enlightenment
And hope
For manana

The marrow
Gleaming like an emerald
Sister
To a slew

Of victims
Heart cells
Strangled by poets
And cigarettes smoking

Birth control pills
As aphrodisiac
Beyond rum
An ocean past rum

Foolish
Pirates born
To harbor
Ports

Or towns
On the blue whale
Leviathans
Bowing to my sweet heart

Poseidon
A girl
Like my bird
Laying loves eggs