Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

Discount Affairs

4-26-05

I'll deny you with my best poker face
and you'll still know I'm lying.
Even if I'm the Eiffel Tower
of conversations
on the conveyor belt of yours.
If it becomes disharmonious
then we are thugs to this nature of love.
The memories are washing
over me
with dirty water.
How do I come clean
over something that traps you
while I can flee at anytime
a free man?

There you are in the distance.
There you are in my arms.
There you are on the highway.
There you are. There, you're gone.

The media made me try to make more
of the knots we've tied.
They've solidified over time
spent unfestered
and my hands've become wires
extending from my scrambled brain
and hollowed-out heart.
I knew this wouldn't be easy,
but it certainly wasn't what I expected.

I'm staring at you,
with my eyes flossing you.
If you don't kiss me,
then your Icelandic-cold glare
will tell me you're not alone.
Drink your diet clear cola
while you chomp like a cow
and yell at me for the same reasons.
I've never been more ready
to take you home
and shut you up.
We're ready we're ready...
we're leaving...
you're gone.
And so is another of our moments.

(respect and thanks due to G.D.; CMG)