Let faxes butter-curl on dusty shelves. Let junkmail build its castles in the hush of other people’s halls. Let deadlines burst As hours go softly by, let others curse
The roads, where distant drivers ride like sheep. Let e-mails fly like panicked, tiny birds. Let phones, unanswered, ring themselves to sleep. Above, the sky unrolls its telegram, But it’s broken.
Hey, mother tells it looks like rain Immense and wordless, simply understood: See how each wave arrives at last to heave Him on the beach and vanish. You breathe. Each day, like waves.
Aahh
The roads, where distant drive like it's... Let e-mails fly like panicked, tiny birds. Let phones, unanswered, ring themselves to sleep. Above, the sky unrolls its telegram, But it’s broken.