A Ballerina to believe in

by

Travis Ray Cole

She walks on toes across my path
the clouds drop heaven into the gardens
she could dance,cry,or kill on que

my nakedness hidden with the armour
that surronds my machette my machine guns
the morning of eleven sundowns
and eyes that watch my movement
run off into the empty air

stale and stolen
her lips lust frozen
with kisses from another God
the branches empty of life
alone in the cold dead winter

I look back into her eyes
only because I lost something there
and never bothered to question what
while breaking the puppet strings
I see your bet one vision
and raise it two dreams

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Why don't you look at Ompapa's Sayings
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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