Vomit Free (Latent Herbs/Cow Mama Milk)

Testicle juice replaces your tomato juice, your nose bleeds cocaine. Okay, Okay, the brain.

Patchwork quilt of the setting sun,

the loud compress of the shooting gun

Bleed rosemary, Breath free

Death taketh away from thee

Nevermore shall on surrender,

After television, the Saturday dinner

Vomiting curds and latent herbs

Proverbs, so absurd

Dine with Heavenly aspects,

The mad children lack pets

Hammer to a skull,

What a broken porcelain doll

 

The girl with pony tails,

Oh how she smells

Vomit and fecal matter,

The piss stained rotten flesh of the alcoholic, 

the damsel in distress

Death awaits not the mortal bird,

But immortality, so unheard

Dressed in latex and spandex 

Loveless due bits of darkened manners

And all these mindless out-of-whack wedding planners

But the vomit was of a finer taste,

Not so bitter as the forgotten tooth paste

We all know the cum drop buttons,

that the neighbor down the street 

had smashed with her feet

Oh how the tubes of mayonnaise stink

Like elder women and corned beef

Excuse me, the chef boyardee must escape

Into the blood drizzled sink of deceit 

Please, please

Believe in the mad man's defeat

they smacked him with pizza and called him Pete

Repeat, Repeat, Repeat

Like a chorus to a song,

Or a gentle hit from a bong

Maybe even the prostitute's thong 

Just repeat, repeat, repeat

Reviews

[Rae Elizabeth]

amazing.
I'm speechless. (:
Thank you for this write.

[The Pain Stays Fresh]

Wow. I've never read anything quite like this. I have no words to describe it. I hope all of your work is this good.