Nemesis Bastards

the heavens had fallen woe coiled about the earth excuse my very own tangent world of merriment you never know what you're going to dream about one foot in the past the other on the gas while his muse plucked the arrows sticking out of his chest like harp strings a mythical epic tearing into the heavens one free mind in touch with its inertias not exactly death by tickling jiggling the ultimatums like **** on a treadmill her radiant pussy lit the heavens like a comet which doesn't come up in my spell checker either anyhow charmed into her black widow arms in front of a massive stone altar the peasants were praying to their media gods the sky was torn off its foundations and cast under the hooves of their black unicorns it is merely the era of detail which merely requires confrontation every time the nemesis bastards print their news with hammers Beauty's retarded sister Justice screams laughing at the improbabilities of a longish gauntlet running puzzle right when you think you have it they got you by the lips the nemesis bastards a shelf full of pain killers for your every move dead as a toad under the traction wheel I guess it's because rain is simpler than love guess again was her habitual greeting so we pounded until the bed broke from the seething energies of speculation spitting boiler sparks nostrils filled with soot I saw through it all every granule being a child of undulating infinity life is discovery in every banal instant which makes it not so banal seen from under a rustling riverbank willow the wheat stalks were golden with fruit and nostalgia for the future so I knock wood and count cushions still mortal after all these tears a monkey hard at the mulberry bush an occasional sitcom laugh track ****** arise ye wreched derilects from trailer park to metropolis into an orchard of clear-eyed nakedness I promise you a JacuzzI spa filled with the juice of nectarines from the semi-divine Army of Grace on every street corner a beer soaked rebuttal follows while we feast upon the carrion of plagiarists and Kafka magistrates dear Belzebub I want it all but over a very long period of time the world needs a gigantic Spring Break an earnest burlesque before God's breezy perch my head is now a gravitational anomaly From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/