a Belmonte
is a beautiful mountain,
a stone faced sumo wrestler
who'd never forsake the sky.
now it's a family name
presented to a family
who put that beautiful mountain
to shame.
take a look at
their way
of life.
they're not the righteous
socialites
who'll close down a barbershop
just to get off.
orgasmic full stop.
these aren't the types
to wear the name.
they don't possess
the Vain
nor Frame.
they see
shooting stars.
wish
for open doors.
they are the worst kind
of impersonator.
a cleansing's discussed.
"we'll kill them, we must."
but the Belmontes
are people.
they just kind of suck.
they were swallowed
by systems
and told to create
demons,
then feed them
and watch them curate
their own
crazy...
well, the Belmontes coming
with the store bought muffins.
got four little boys
with habitual concussions.
four little boys
put Peeps in microwave ovens
to watch something
get fat and die
and then eaten like it's nothing.
get that sweet shit
down in my stomach.
moms gone.
i feel sick in my stomach.
oh no,
i got hit right in my stomach.
me and my brothers
were auctioned off
to a predatory
Scientific Community
and experimented on
and on and on.
they used emotive machines.
high powered emotional beams
proficient enough to cut glass.
make a childhood fall fleet.
show up to the family reunion
with my smile looking sacked.
pour a solo cup of Sunkist.
tip my Stone Cold Steve Austin
baseball cap
to my first cousin
sipping solo Dr. Pepper.
a carbonated exchange
upon a sleeve of scarlet letters.
a family fractured
but holding onto an image
because of an instinct so inward
that you'd have no choice
but to live your life
as the son of a warlord
and love him just the same.
the Belmontes coming
with the store bought muffins.
and the Belmontes
are people.
they just kind of suck.
they were swallowed
by systems
and turned into cucks
to a beautiful mountain
that knows how to fuck
but not how to love.