...in heightened, heated passion
A heavy plate of WHOAS!
A heap of hell-blown history
A shot with bloody holes
I hear his hot & heavy tongue
Hissing near my ear
My heart, hell-bent, beat faster
Hot echoes like hard gold spears
Him, who me? He HURT me!
I had to handle this one
Hung letters in hate filled honey
To match his heavenly manner
The words i heard weren't different
He harbors no new hues
My inherently harvested hatred,
...His wisdom, hoistered in his shoes
No hands of healing virtue
handsome ways and full of wealth
I hurried along his anger
To end this heroic stealth
The high/the HI,
unhealthy angles
The howl I had to cast
Hydrated hills to cure my thirst
Of heaping hollow hash
Oh hell was here!
He'll be ok
With a forsaken haze in glaze
This house we built was never a home
nor haven for my halo rays
Hark! My harp is playing hums
That humble hyper tendencies
Hypnotize me happily!
To the gate halfway, I heave
The hacking into personal lives
The random hippy hook-ups
The 'homegirl'
The happy to see you,
The HEY! So gay
Halfway in between a hip-hop HURRAY!
Paying homage to MY holiday
my 'hipster husband' I imagined
Happened to hop away
Now a hockey puck, I hit with: Fuck...
You! I sensed the hmph and huff
I handcuffed myself to the moment
Humiliating my human form
My hobby, guns
My words, hay wire!
My hormones could hide no more
The good in me, a homonym
No heroin, but a heroine
No hero wins, through hurtful winds
Or Losing honor...a horrible hood
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