the box i mailed a month ago came back i had to laugh it lays here on the table still plastered with that label of my smiling pollyana good intentions like a found child lifted close i hold the box tight to my nose i can't believe this impulse to unravel its retention it's been around the world and back hand to hand to plane to plane to truck to dusty tracks each time zone a sci-fi machine-like sucking at my soul a postal deep black hole i dive in like a hound dog on the trail of phantom fox in search of heaven's scent i sift each atom's inhalation with eyes closed breathing deep i search for whiffs of dusty streets or an oil drop off a hand scooping pilaf juiced with lamb like this box taped closed i'm bound to this connection i can almost taste the tea i can almost taste the tea
02/25/2008
Awesome.
What keen imagination and sense of connection. Wonderfully wrapped in its own box of poetic perfection.
box [gigglesnort] -- i sense a geometrically challenged metaphor in the rapping :>) [humour my delusion :]
