Mayday, brother—I didn’t get the ACK,

From your lips, nothing. But in your eyes, pure thunder.

Shit, love, I would have settled for the NAK,

In whispered beeps drowned in white noise of a love asunder,

A sinking , lead carrion with wings clipped,

Waiting for some signal…some clarity,….But mum’s the word?

And so it sank, and took the blackbox with it.

And after all these months , combing through the final moments seems absurd.

Don’t call it charity, how you delivered the blow,

Timing it to your own usual convenience and leisure,

Don’t reinvent history as the victim, who found himself in a deafening row,

If a game is what you want, a game is what you’ll get, and I’ll deliver the ACK with the utmost pleasure.

You should probably keep your mouth shut.

Is there something you wanna talk about ?

I am open for con-versation ...

Word to word .... that is if you got the courage.....

[Edited 7/29/10 0:35am]

pinkdolphin said:

Is there something you wanna talk about ?

I am open for con-versation ...

This is all too funny! I have had several "ACKS" in my life! Thanks for bringing some much needed levity to "the poetry corner!" ACK-ACK-ACK--GULP! I choked on my own serial seriousness!

This thread should be titled "The Hack".

You should back out while you still can, Daniel.

vault4sale said:

This thread should be titled "The Hack".

You should back out while you still can, Daniel.

SingMia, shut up.