Midnight Hero

This is a piece inspired by what I’ve learned about Art, Artists, and Artist’s lives, this summer in my Art History 111 class-Renaissance to Modernism. Class will be finished in 8 days. Home stretch.

Midnight Hero

This ain’t no place for a midnight hero. You pull your promise punch me on the bottom left lip so when I kiss heryoumeushim it will hurt. I will hurt you for this broken fallacy fantasy. Rely on nothing but Gods-Natures to see you through this maced laced window draped tomb of earthly heaven. Hey, there is green blue glitter. Gold grey silver.
Music. Movement.

Move out the way of The Way WE LOVE. This ain’t your business. Go. Dizzy disco is a go go go gone gone so far too far, so long..you don’t know
soft lips, steady hips, gorgeous brown eyes, perfectly perfect first times, sleep no sleep, generous nights…

Go. Get gone.

(They ain’t never coming back.)

Mo(u)rning is bullshit. Light too furry blurry bright for me to deal with oceans blue be murky yellow beer brown true blended sky be rolling around laughing loud, rung Out, left hard drying, farting in the distance, in high relief, near a single grime shined flower and this: The reason summer fails Spring.

Falls through, mercury me wants to be mercury Free lens. Clear Fresh. New Now Next. But I will never be clean (again).

I am dirty glass with desire, cotton candy pink fire, stained mahogany if you tease me please release me, though I cannot promise you a devil damned darn thing this ready made dream seen too many holes in your..sorry story:

In this concentric circle, a one off: “Burned Blue-Black Stick Stink *verses* Slick Stone Faux Fox Minx! Come and get whatever you think you deserve.
You really think I can…?
I think you ’cause I can. Because you let me.

Zero. Ain’t no hero here baby, ain’t no AngEl angling here either in the aEther. I’ve been straight aiming straight fo’ ya. Fancy Yay Gay voyeur dancing, prancing with the stars.

+ You Two! Struck, stuck, stupid to move out the way, ya’ll gon’ fucking pay: $weet Fair-hormones minus Rock candy-coated Tear$
=
Rough salty salt, rubbing raw, on me. Use us. Use less

mess makes less throw aways when it’s all the way over. Roll over,

when all has been done and all I’ve said is enough to part sheets, feets, and cheeks with swinging samurai swords. Rage on! Bleed!

Because that is what bitch ass mama punk fairy pirate panty stealing mystic reeling papa Marys do. Bleed because bleeding is free. Bleeding is fucking free(ing). Ring ring! Here, I am

present, an everyday, every jewel toned ring. Center splint. Simper. Crawl. Kneel. Marry your mama fool. Do it. After All,She is First True Love.

You Holy Magnificent Bastard
fuck up fuck grind ground down fuck deep like this that way there, now baby, again oooh, I put my hands up! Busted smile reaches your gut. Sharp and Twisted. A little lot little. Die! Easy darling, easy. See me see you see me see you kissed bruised ego. YOU ARE NOT A HERO. You are nothing. You’re no(thing) at all. You are Mine. You are Mine. All Mine. All. Mine. 00:00

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