A Collection of Cliff Notes.
Updated on January 21, 2012
A Collection of Cliff Notes.
They mar
the parchment
of my flesh,
in a daredevil diary
that chronicles
my failures at
tempting fate.
A razor slash,
a puckered
bullet wound
surgical scars
and battered knees
that bear testimony
to the sports of pain
I often worshipped.
©-MFB III
Departures....Gate 11.
My lips held
her last goodbye,
long after what was plane
became a speck in my empty skies,
Her heart chose a one-way ticket
that left me an afterthought,
between her vodka on the rocks,
and some cheese and crackers.
When Love Is At Minus Zero.
Surrounded by
cold shoulders
at every turn,
I am a charred stick
in the middle of a Popsicle
stuck firmly in my
frigid lemon of a life.
I am the smouldering
fire beneath the starry hole,
polarized endlessly in
an eskimo's icy dwelling.
Loneliness is an ache
that can be hot and bothersome
deep in one's soul even
in the worst of blizzards.
Only external warmth can
penetrate its freon flesh,
warm hands locked with mine,
lips melding as one,
Until two hearts generate
a thaw and then blissful warmth.
©-MFB III
