Evaluations

by

Travis Ray Cole

Theres bones left in the alley
where the cats can't reach the mice
the fresh milks all turned sour
waiting for a clue or reason to vote
from the peepshow spie holes in the shower
inhaling cat piss with a fan
theres crows in the yard
picking at defeat
mixing medias secret cameras
trying to keep it inside
projecting vomit with your very own sattlelites
collecting reciepts not knowing what they're for
not being a veteran
no part of him died in any war
and I thought I was a man of peace
where did you get your ideals
the undergrounds out of reach
she was blonde like honey
couldnt fly or sing
politicized roads to nowhere
hate crimes for wishes
like lottery numbers in the chinese government
a rash rotting through seeds
returning glances back to yesterday
an empty lens lost postcard
now a new cancer blesses you for free
shes all mine a cartoon asset
coughing up a lung on her sleeve
the answer is bingo analyized
and a valentine is something you keep

they called wanting money
but there was only disposable humour content
not worth a spell
but mr. bojangles is dead
and work song woody retrieved
so its solved in some minds
its halloween so toilet paper the seat
the once removed scrub criticized
repeat flushing signs
I still cant afford to feed the telemarketing disease
I see the phone ringing
on the plate of I know you don't want to know me
but money is only greed.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Lukas
by: Barberá Del Rosal Eva
from: Córdoba, Spain

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