long after the joke has died
you are still a cobweb
the mail comes and the mail comes
with so much stupid ink
it’s the end of an era
et cetera, et cetera,
& the space within building lines
remains not dedicated

the screaming trees
imagine clandestine
government intrigue
&my poor heart
a little more each day

&the mail comes, &themail comes
with so much stupid ink
&everyone has said that
i love you more than you do