Strange Lies

by

Travis Ray Cole

Forked broken loaded ribs
as I try to make it up
to lust colored eyes

I promise her deep into her eyes
the truth is
her and I
on the page where she agrees to the apple that
poisoned
witch
the hunt is over
move the mood
as the full moon lights the tiled voting booth
empty ballroom
we prayed to
I compromise
against hot porn
And I will buy you anything
in asile eleven
within the means of cardboard furniture
to renew our vows
and bet on the new wars
you are still my soul mate for now
and for the curse to be removed you must die
dance to the sound of the wind
leave me with nothing
I steal wings from the angel of hell

call someone else for the under tow measurement
call yourself for the help

wild horses all have mange
uncombed

but the price of animal
fence accounts
stained on your boots
my thought was routine
guru and I are atheletes
and if he didnt have all those crack sores on his face
you could see that
as domestic as car payments murder aniverserys

she left him and works all night at the gas station
while her ten year old helps out until she gets tired
and sleeps in the warm car until six

They are checking my sides for thorns scars and pain
frisking me for guns and love

for you I jammed in the garden
drank the water
tasted the red hairs
refused to wear your ring
in trust
looking thru radon dectors
filming thru the microscope lens
thrust thrown away
back into the well
for you my only
none
outlet camaras
cardboard furniture
on sale
telling me the
paper
you call money
I worked all day for is nothing
looking inside
I look past all the rotting hell
the only thing that came from heaven is
the only love lost in the garden was

and a grandfather clock made in indonesia
marks the empty moments of your life
lies lust listen
theres clevage
clevage that goes so far that it isnt even on a map
skirt split so far that I hope I never close my eyes again
I will not miss the movement
she was a winner
tomorrow she will win again
I will never get a super model in the coach house unless
I forget about the art in the crack house
even if the crack whores are having a two for one sale

I will never get a super model in the coach house
unless I get a gibson guitar
and like the unchallenged brand name
her sex was untouched
you know it was like a cadillac commercial
and I will save the next dance for your sister
and treat her like her retail value was that of a playstation2

NEXT?
Why don't you look at INTERNET SHOPPING
by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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