song of the toaster that came alive

[betteroffbad]

in loneliness I burned heart-red
I blackened half an inch of bread
to cry to you how could you leave me
with your cool cool hands
your nose all breathey

in loneliness I leapt athwart
the fetid puddles of the heart
the crumbs I keep could grow of mold
a meadow of my love grown old

there will come a day my soul
when down these gumdrop hills we'll roll
electricity and I, to meet you
in cities where you wait in situ

the grave's all right for doe and meek dove
but heaven has no toast to speak of
where then will we meet once more
if not outside your parents' door

electricity will whisper
through your badass new transistor
through the air and through those old wires
obsolescence ripped from their spires

a crackling song to haunt and hurt you
from one who chose not to desert you
oh what a tangled web we find
in gaming cupboard and in mind
when first we leave our trash behind