The postman used to ring twice.
Come monsoon he compensates
with silence. There he goes leaving
my books in their thin plastic packaging
on my porch by the waning cactus and wounded bird
of an obscure origin. The beige raincoat
the postman wears disappears from my window frame.
The books bathes. They dream of being dissolved
into a constellation of Rorschach inkblots
and into my interpretations without reading them.
Silence rings my doorbell. It is quiet and quite ineffable.
Illustration Nick Victor
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)