I wrote your name on an envelope
That closed and sealed with my mark
Long, long, short, two dots and two curves
A stamp that became postmarked.
I wondered there how long it would take
To find its way into your hands,
Would it arrive bent, curled?
Stained from a leak in a roller?
I wondered how high it would fly
Inside the bowels of an airplane
How cold those bowels would become
In spite the warmth so inscribed.
I hoped my meaning would be understood,
That my script legible,
And that each word that you would read
Would be read just as I had spoke.
And most of all, I wondered if
The return address would be saved,
So that your unique letter
Would be sealed
With a stamp that became postmarked.
Tag: script
Mail (day 2467)
Letter’s in the mail to a woman I’ve never met
Confessed it all in one fifteen letter script
Could this have just been a trick?
Sloppy like the moon on a dreary midnight
A newly appointed butler hanging upon my every word
Carried it too far for I’m an ant within the bathroom
Headphones on a slow bus lost in darkness
Two beats I keep tapping on the wooden sided seat
I’m still working on a better wrong
And tomorrow I’m going to have a word with the mailroom.
Inside Thy Skin, Thy Ancient Eyes (day 2399)
Every time inside thy skin
I want to write your name
In black and white
Of an ancient script
Name that cannot end.
With every word in wright
Leaking through my pen
Letters never dare to dry
Strength that cannot cramp
My dreams return again, again,
Upon your ancient eyes.
Thrice See Thrice Blind (day 851)
My fingers have turned to dust
Allotting memories two square feet
Of layered hemp paper
Verbally spewing thoughts
That catch like pitch
To unwritten scripts
I’m lost
I’m good with maps
Thine eyes, thrice see thrice blind
Then too shall winds sweep
Lifting footsteps laid deep
Leaving unwritten the paths going back