mailbox

 

 

the nothing of the mail box never delivers a letter to me

but a box would be good.

strapped around about

 without handles,

 my life a notice in the local paper

 

a good long drop beneath everything

 

with me thinking the world in my head, a philosophers

 

stone, i have plenty of family and a granddaughter all of it

dropping and dropping forever.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

What a profoundly visionary glimpse into your soul... into your world of words and all things drifting around about you... Such brilliant echoes sing through your melancholy voice...