hellsforheroes

I have written so many words...too many unwilling to be given away.

done.

Dark End Of The Street
Words and Music by Spooner Oldham and Dan Penn...and hopefully sung by Gram Parsons!!!

At the dark end of the street
That's where we'll always meet
Hiding in shadows
Where we don't belong
Living in darkness
To hide our wrong
You and me
At the dark end of the street
You and me




I know that time's gonna take its...
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Maybe because ours
passed me by
or I cant remember
I gave birth.

But I walk away
Now
Today
Tonight

Sometime
to come back
Again
in due time.

My dear
there are no tears fitting
no dress allowed
just your naked eyes.

In my nuts
Mind
and your hands
Lifting.

These are simply words
simple events
no complication
just action.

And consequence.
And a whole...
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So here I am, and was
years back.
And the summer rolled
grass rolled.

The smells were firework splendor
the nature burning.
I was young, damn young
and wild (purple kool-aid).

I had suffered alone.
I had frozen in heat.
I was broke
but I got it going.

So this summer
she was hem length.
Round.
Best I ever saw.

Rods, Wheels, Pistons
Tiny box...
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I apparently ate ribs for dinner
the taste of a barbecued bone
marrow yawning, keratin charred
the flesh a babys innocent smile.

Oh the sugar tastes so genuine
slathered a bit tomato, and piquant
a zip of charcoal, carbon burning
carbon from Adams belly, garden.

Like a shank, of a twist
a lamb loin carved with psychotropic mint jelly
salvation for Mexicans, and Brazilians slicing...
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Mana for my foxes and Gaia for the penguins, a low carb, high carbon diet, ice boats skiing for Scandinavian navies, sweet milf mama orchid tip saccharine sanguine. Hot, she is hot, a three alarm smoke detector, dripping olive juice Popsicle love. Remember that Rembrandt we saw in Warsaw, Poland, I was on the North Pole and I, we, saw a cap that did not...
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I am too lazy to write more...I hope ya'll enjoy these tidbits...if they happen to inspre any thought feel free to mention it.


Academia
Dear Laureate, I am sorry for my anthem
I have trespassed some damn body
A big blue bitch I have seen call
I pray I fear no heights, for thine glory




Rubbers
My chakra traces white chocolate toe prints
Alone of...
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I was raped, absolutely raped, getting punished by her never ending hunger, like she had never eaten a single morsel, like she had just spent time camped away with all the starving little boys and girls that had their hair chopped off, and their humanization stripped, she ravaged my tree, like the Swiss family Robinson, setting up forts, and swings, a playground for candy cane...
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Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Anne Sexton


No matter what life you lead
the virgin is a lovely number:
cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
arms and legs made of Limoges,
lips like Vin Du Rhne,
rolling her china-blue doll eyes
open and shut.
Open to say,
Good Day Mama,
and shut for the thrust
of the unicorn.
She is unsoiled.
She is as...
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