I'll Put Your Heart Into A Frying Pan Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'll put your heart into a frying pan,
See if I can't reach a temperature
Above freezing, but an executor-
With sharp tongue; who likes to harangue
Sure, it won't be easy, I'll be at pains
To curl a lip or raise the faintest smile
I'll be at pains to think of reconcile
Sure, it won't be easy, I'll be at pains
Even to consider sharing the fuel costs.
You see, I've given up, giving- again,
Time, time and time and time and time again
You are in an eternal equinox.
I want sunspots on this barren cold moon
I want a hot sunny June afternoon.