Travis Ray Cole

Travis Ray Cole still write songs poems and play the guitar.

He can be reached at ratacidtravis@writeme.com.

"Yellow Cadillac"

1

hes got so much money

he dont even know what kind of cadilliac he drives

2

gots a cadilliac and cant even drive it.....

"Medical Adhesives"

As the doctor scratched and scratched

the loser tickets,I thought to myself

"It's tough being a doctor these days"

"EXCUSE ME......"

Is it o.k. if exxon dumps oil

here for the next ten years?"

Request for documents denied

Planned oil spills

to burn or not to burn

pounding storms help cleanse

oil spill boosts economy.

"Things Jilla thinks when she Urinates"

We may have slept with

Jack Ginsberg before he was nobody

before he was nobody

can the hearing impaired have voices

in thier heads?

mine have a narrator

It is so sweet my new stalker is writing to me

under ten different names

sending me pages and pages of love poetry

which I delete unread and tell her

it was very good.

mirroring the mirror of film

Grandma and Mom always buy me the ugliest prostitutes

Your not Steven Spielberg

Mark Twain the new Kauraocs

less vauge {more accessible}

and surreal like we like it

we don't need your guilt pain

we dont need your guilt pain

bieng published dictionary?

Does that include making hundreds

of copies and littering

I mean satuaerating the

intersection of milwakee and damien?

I won a small garlic press,that means what?

I won a small garlic press.

"The Ballad of Bob and Emmy"

While her plumbing was up to code

it was the code of that country that carries

buckets of water on their heads.

that would have to be enough.

they would make it.

although the times were not that of Bonnie and clyde

He bought my canoe.then smashed his guitar on his keyboard.

Whenever the bird got out

it would shit all over the paintings grandma passed

around claiming the art teacher only helped her create.

hoping to keep the used water bed with fungus growing inside pretending that ele

phants dont throw their own

shit on sunny afternoons at the zoo.

she liked chicken but I took her to white castle in the

blizzard on the way home before passing the oasis

she was good but who isnt?

in the drive thru,the man gave her a free drink for waiting

and then she lied some more.When I got home I made sure

the door was locked so they would'nt steal the canned goods.

"Only After"

I kiss Robbin good morning

and she bitches

"You should'nt do that"

her breath like mace

I pull the curtain in the shower

and pull the handle to vote for her,

even though I have already

sold my vote five times

to a nice little old lady

who just so happened to be an election judge,

but promised to only use the votes on sundays at the social

service workers againt bingo players protest kegger.

I mix a big box of dried powdered milk

with rusty lead wastewater fresh out of the tap

{some of that is bait}

and then I stir it into

a big bowl of Exxon brand breakfast cereal

with little firestone tire floaties

{thats what the Astronauts eat in space}

I dig inside looking for the prize

and cut out the invalid priceline coupons for gasoline

off the side of the box

only after I drew a path through the maze

of oil slicks and I look for the hidden words on the back of the box heres

money,theres war,death,

and heres stockpile,and theres one sided news coverage.

Next I read the paper

none of my exwives have died or won the lottery

but heres something in the classifieds to dream about

the ad reads FOR SALE....

a mint condition Illinois Deptment of Public Aid

1993 issue Food Stamp

$7000,serious inquires only.

Travis Ray Cole

"College"

Sure ,I tell her on the ferris wheel

why forget arizonia

its berklee or new york

you know I lived across the street from

Mark Twains house when I was three?

in 5 or 6 years

I'll help you pay for it

if the government don't

why,I'll leave alesha or Gina

and the 3 or 4 retarded crack babies

me and gina have

and move out there with you

I'll get a job at taco bell or as a landscaper

don't worry little honey

"Smil@"

When there're filming me I see your eyes

reaching out of the craters in the walls

never able to accept killing ryhyme I said

there is me,soul stolen from the mirror

reaching into the movement of lost memories

hiding from itself only to deny

a thousand words meaning

optic illuisions have left traces

in the lens of weakness

moving at the speed of lies

the floor filled with yester-moments

splice my hypnotising thoughts of

leftover reason and sightless daydreams

Travis Ray Cole