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To Hell with memory lane, from beginner's luck
to mid-life crisis, karma to ultimatums of hearts
joined @ the lips since birth. You've 24 hours
to decide: To be, or not to be. & are you going
to pull the plug?

Heaven forbid the newlyweds, love for sale
@ your nearest curb, the divorce ratings
that could put a cynic to sleep @ night
after his long field day.

Spinal tap. Are you going to answer that?
It can ring off the hook for all I give a damn,
I am no longer live bait.

You have ONE new message: Your hair was still wet,
whirl-pooling in the wind,& with the way I remember
the sour tart of your lips, it all came together
as the stirring of pink lemonade. Anyway, I've been
feeling blue today, black clouds attempt to harmonize
with the gray, I'm driving drunk in the rain,
spilled milk, coffee stains,
the whole shebang.

What's that? Cheese with your wine,
salt in the wound, eat my dust,
I may be bitter,
& are you going to eat that?

It's hard, isn't it? Eating food for thought
that doesn't go down so well
with the lumps you've swallowed.

Please leave your message after the tone:
Are you still up?
Still up for tomorrow?
We must have lost signal
near the dead-zone, I am dead to you
I know, but is there any way we can..
'This number is no longer in service.
To speak with an operator, press 0.
You have no one left.'

Your concrete word; wooden acts set in stone
for the next plastic soul to believe. But,
I've no doubt you will get your way;
you always could
sell a snowman the sun.

It was the smell of chlorine giving life to the puddles,
a smudge of mud from the shoes we walked, hot chocolate
for a once melted heart, now just broken.
I just want to hear your voice once more, &
To repeat this message, press 1.

First skipped message: Me again.
I know you're there. I can feel
your pulse through the dial tones.
Each ring resonates a flat line.
Guess this is goodbye,
& if there was ever anything
I wanted you to know, it's that
MESSAGE DELETED. END OF MESSAGES.

Description
To Hell with memory lane, from beginner's luck
to mid-life crisis, karma to ultimatums of hearts
joined @ the lips since birth. You've 24 hours
to decide: To be, or not to be. & are you going
to pull the plug?

Heaven forbid the newlyweds, love for sale
@ your nearest curb, the divorce ratings
that could put a cynic to sleep @ night
after his long field day.

Spinal tap. Are you going to answer that?
It can ring off the hook for all I give a damn,
I am no longer live bait.

You have ONE new message: Your hair was still wet,
whirl-pooling in the wind,& with the way I remember
the sour tart of your lips, it all came together
as the stirring of pink lemonade. Anyway, I've been
feeling blue today, black clouds attempt to harmonize
with the gray, I'm driving drunk in the rain,
spilled milk, coffee stains,
the whole shebang.

What's that? Cheese with your wine,
salt in the wound, eat my dust,
I may be bitter,
& are you going to eat that?

It's hard, isn't it? Eating food for thought
that doesn't go down so well
with the lumps you've swallowed.

Please leave your message after the tone:
Are you still up?
Still up for tomorrow?
We must have lost signal
near the dead-zone, I am dead to you
I know, but is there any way we can..
'This number is no longer in service.
To speak with an operator, press 0.
You have no one left.'

Your concrete word; wooden acts set in stone
for the next plastic soul to believe. But,
I've no doubt you will get your way;
you always could
sell a snowman the sun.

It was the smell of chlorine giving life to the puddles,
a smudge of mud from the shoes we walked, hot chocolate
for a once melted heart, now just broken.
I just want to hear your voice once more, &
To repeat this message, press 1.

First skipped message: Me again.
I know you're there. I can feel
your pulse through the dial tones.
Each ring resonates a flat line.
Guess this is goodbye,
& if there was ever anything
I wanted you to know, it's that
MESSAGE DELETED. END OF MESSAGES.