Beyond All Recognition Poem by Faith Wood

You're famous for being the dial tone
and I for the consistent ringing
We are eachother's foil when push comes to shove
And that day, shove came on a little too strong,
so tangled in wonder of what the clouds had in store
that he didn't even notice the cliff before him
And in a shot of tequilla, he was gone,
tumbling to his demise,
but not before he rightfull called out for a quick fix,
something to mend the broken bits scattered about
What is it that can be salvajed?

After that wreackage, I tested and quized myself
on every Bible story I could recall,
hoping it would strengthen my senses
and clear a new path in the brush past the old mistakes
But after hundreds of rehersals,
learning and memorizing seemed a bit over-rated
and as complex as emotions are
I'm not so sure they can be summed up
in fables given to each generation
Though it's tedious, we take notes on what's being preached
as if it hold's the ansers to all our questions

But as the saying goes, we are 'F.U.B.A.R.'
No repairs to talk of for the future
We're cars with working engines,
but our tanks are stuck on empty
Without fuel we have no motivation to fix the broken fenders,
or reconcile constricted hearts
We speak with our mouths full,
so no one can comprehend the sentences we form,
but don't mean to say
Smashed into pieces like the china we ate on,
there's no going back