Tuesday, February 26, 2008

 

M.F.F.


M.F.F.
February 2008

Stay out while air is still in the tank.
Once again everything is broken.
Pinching closed an early meltdown.
Too late to plan over failure.

You thought it was finally over.
Time for a promised victory.
Move to a new mountain of issues.
A different leg of this fix mission.

A key to come over.
You took the covers off the plates.
Still nothing to say
and no questions made.

Continue your useless task.
You written words sell you out.
Space between calls sells.
Dial tones ring knockout.

You’ve cancelled again.
Recharging this latest tragedy.
Another cold button to fasten
and a warm buttons to press.
Your thigh turns cold.
My demeanor spins evil.
Almost reached your inner core.
With food we never needed.
Change the order, it'll be fine.
My perfect little valentine.
Burning lips freeze then crack.
Yet your eyes simply spit black.

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