This pile of mail needs attention.
I’ll stab each envelope
between the flap and body, and
slice it from stamp to return address.
I wish it’d bleed on all the others—
flooding rivers of white blood
over frozen window pane eyes,
encoding terror in their genetic pulp.
Maybe, they’d find
someplace else to go and die.
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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17 comments:
This is an eerie, evocative piece, Pat. I love the 'stab' image you paint, that violent sense that letters are something to be overcome at the point of a sword...or very least, letter opener.
Wow Pat. I'd almost forgotten about junk mail after all these years of living abroad. But this had me knife in hand, standing right there with you. Great stuff!
When the sign says,"No junk mail", beware.
bills, huh?
Excellent. I love this one.
Pat, you're a great warrior. Fighting your way into a surreal world..., here and now....
I think we can all relate. Mail just grows like war. Lately I feel like I'm under attack. Wouldn't it be great if we could do exactly as your poem suggests. But since that's not possible, I should turn to the next alternative. My mailman should be afraid. Very afraid. Really enjoyed this Pat. Helped get some of my frustrations out.
since i opted
for a more remote life
i have less junkmail/workmail
but this brought it all back
i actually shuddered a little
you got it it right
Junk and bills, junk and bills! The junks not too bad, it hits the shedder without a trial. The bills get a slow death. Thanks guys!
this blog's got to be the most entertaining read in cyber-surreal-space . . .
Eric, what a compliment! Thank you!
either bills or junk mail...haha or an ex
par, you conjure such great images with your words... i love your poetry!
and thanks for the compliments about my blog :)
Baxter, no mail from them!!
Polona, thank you and you're very welcome!
i agree
Thanks floating for coming by.
Why Madelyn you might make me blush! Thank you.
wow. sinister. i like this a lot.
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