The Right Column

Whatz up with that tude 
and facing
bad face of the wind
and the truth of lies
that she told, no paradox
but clear joyous lies like
little sugar cookies of lies
and her there twirlling on
the hangglider jump platform
at the top of the cliff
smelling like beer and
little sugar cookie lies
some lies like guys with eyes
like Mikeies eyes, those guys
and their sugar cookie eyes
and the thighs of a dream
highland serene with the soft
rain of the sound of the sound
of windows falling so fast and
down below where it hurts to say it
it hurts to say it out loud and
tell you how those sugar cookie
eyes of lies like guys with
those sweet words to defy
and so I
don't do those little
sweet
as a peach
little 
sugar cookie lies


15 July 2008 Annum Dominum