Technolage Hates #4 (Functions)

Wait...

Something is off...

The scene skipped

Poses froze

The bells rang three at noon

stopped at the attack 

of the fourth 

without 

reverberation

quick silence

.return.

.Restart.

_______________________

This is not my life

undo. undo.

moth bitten pockets

and hold no change

undo. undo.

rent checks in turn

for winters and filth

undo. undo.

strange drinks spin

the stomach to sauce

undo. undo.

shoes worn thin

real heels scrape cement

undo. undo.

I hate this city

and the shit living in it

undo. undo.

friday at 10.

bring masquerade.

undo. undo.

shaved too close

with blades too dull

undo. undo.

tall mirror fell

in a quick rage of love

undo. undo.

pieces were thrown 

I walked planks barefoot

undo.  undo.

Undone.  Unsung.

Mistakes, they form

they come and

they run with

no control to

alternate the

moments we

wish to delete.