The Mailman (doesn't have your letter)

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I was the sign and I was the stencil
maybe i’m right “yeah and maybe I’m toothpaste”
I wish ma mère was here to drift, drift, drift
my sentiments bound me in a bathtub of whatnot
driving the car of wherever sometimes
and the white snowflake drifts along I40-somewhere
33-34 american border wafting and washing wasting and pacing
outside the kennel sick like a bulldog
wasted like a trashcan clean like the mailman

the mailman can fool you he’s not propaganda
he’s not tepid stories, he doesn’t have your letter
he doesn’t have your fan mail
he doesn’t have your birthday card
he didn’t take your suitcase
they didn’t take your paper
they didn’t feel your mummy
they wouldn’t ride your trailer

now i feel like something

now i wrote that letter
and i wouldn’t send it
if it took me a decade
and 10 weeks will pass till
i’ll call you with telegrams
and frantic and hectic
explaining my worries:
the mailman can fool you
but he doesn’t have your letter
he’s not apt to your anger,
and he doesn’t have your fan mail
he doesn’t have your birthday card
and they didn’t take your suitcase
they didn’t write your paper
they didn’t feel your mummy
they wouldn’t feel your mummy
they wouldn’t ride your trailer
i didn’t write that letter
to use all my change on
the stamps that are teflon
when i should use the pavement
for you live right beside me

you live right in front of me
but i wanted to write it
i wanted to sign it
i wanted to punctuate it