|by Brad Eubanks|
|Betrayal is the last thing it is to play tongue
in cheek with a strange vibe in your
pelvis, a handful of tokens in a room with
four walls and one window where I use
a hidden voice to say I love you.
It's murder in here.
You wait outside making eyes with
the government workers, secretly mad. You
conspire against me with your pleasant
weather. The last thing I said to you
was shut the fuck up and you didn't believe
me when I said I was sorry.
It's murder in here. It's betrayal out there.
Betrayal isn't playing fingers with pretty
faces. So please do not think of it as betrayal.
Think of it as my endless love for you. Think
of it as my dick sliding in and out of a mammal at
forty times the speed of bad poetry.
Think whatever you want, but please make
the El Camino stop whispering.
ZYGOTE IN MY COFFEE. COM
|© 2007 zygoteinmycoffee Ink.|
|It was you who insisted my El Camino was haunted|