hellsforheroes

Summer is not some girl
Ore gone forgone
Sunk
With out even some kind of epiphany

I can easily see her fade
Just the same
Here I am
With a jealous whiskey breathe

Soaked in sugary cream
Soda
Chilled amongst north woods
Winter months

Dazed days
From tomorrow
Minutes
From minutiae

And
I want to fall from a tree
Holding phrenology books
And peanut

Is butter
Of lunches
Brown bags of romance
Sloppy

I have nude hope
Orange rope
Taconite
Pyrite

And wrist rocket
Geography sold wordless
Wordless apostles
Fighting

War
Kissing over trophies
Melancholy Jesuit ideology
To spring hope eternal

Or winter honking
Fallen bosoms
To slumber long and chaotic
Amongst such idle dormancy

Stalling needle smack
From vain face,
Of mercury and madness
Wild souwester

Cluster
Custer
Fucked
Fly

Philosophy like a table top
Or broom handle
Commonplace
As the delusion racket swings eerily

Dim wit bedding
Cacophony
So small in this world
I can not defend myself

The compunction of my own pity
Monstrous
Weakened by a panic
Of unknown purposelessness

Voided trepidationso I must be
Kicking
And screaming
Or sinning

And gleaning
Like the cupboard fucked bare
And the winter waft
Lofting air

Waiting to swallow
My pride
Good lord willing
Willing to die