hellsforheroes

get the cat a tonic...kid...I love depression...my very best friend...my sweetest huggy of a bear...oh...if a certain person is so inclined to describe me with one word, go for it...if others want to...It really doesn't matter either, do as you please world... the strays that pass as angels in the night, or dudes...like one...yup..oh-k here's something to nibble on, chew if you like...lick it...doesn't bother me. I remember when a girl was a true love of mine...wah-wah-wah...I am a trollop!...some people are just missing out....jah-know what I mean...I got nothin...but this...lousy piece of writers block

Holding the lonesome wind
In prison with the other charms
Of file
Nailed guns a blazing

Our hero lost his lasso
On the desert twist-wood cross
Water without lips
Lizard breakfast eggs

Spit up
Cactus green gnawed
Psychopathic fervor
To revive, the survival

Instinct
To Fahrenheit
Sandy eye brows
Like god

Mountain majestic
Sinai
To pagans
And heroes beards

Long, thick
Charlton
With a rifle
Slaying the communist

Maybe he
In the monster
Will heal
A praying underdog

Bullet betray
Bullet of my metallurgy
Dive
Soft within my hand

An omen
For the bodhisattva
For enlightenment
Amongst warring saguaro

And might be giants
Would be minions
Of swill tongues
Liquored and willing

To die
Fabric to yellow
Chicken shit
Amigos

Yelling
From paradise
To slave
Eagles unto earthworm karma

Give back my wind
Time lengthy
For whisper death, sake
From the thunder

Into passing fields
Commandant precise weapons
Strung by clothing line hopes
To flounder sand basted

Spots upon inky resolve
Blood a constituency
To spark and dagger
Willowed dresses, and the Madame, the ole gate keeper chopping my cinder blocks with her bare hands, breaking my parcel into a ration devoured by scurvy wrenched wenches, denied cats of beautiful fancy, sunken blue eyes, sunken black eye, tormented bony fingers, all into their own pants, my rooster as no second fiddle, no first fiddle but all my orchestra playing at once, the damsels paid for, and arrested, pygmy twats in lines of three, service vigils capsized indeed, dead, and wasted horrible scribbling shit, fuck yourself, fuck every coordinate, every barrier, every statutory fucking rape, go fuck yourself..word of god, practiced by Jehovah who was lied to, to get a Hebrew clue, a cut dick to deliver the children to many and Abe, a uterine pleurisy, and recipe for the mildew growing inside the aching white pride, the cottage cheese curdled by disease gone, fried, lied to, cried to, above who but any slave puppet, master, faster than a bait nor the elevator present to stab and chide, unblemished and multiplied.you are sheep to a pogrom message, a guilt less teen to kill them all, tonight, a restless nation to die from all, sight.