February 2015 (2)

15 February 2015 at 15:02 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , , )

P. O. BOX
his P.O. Box was
a perfect rectangle
for hiding
convenient to reach
he was dreaming
it is a silky uptown hotel
he can scarce afford
checked in often
arriving from a world
of fags and booze for petrol
smoke-screened spaghetti junctions
junk food coating his spirit
with a rejection film

each check-in was marked
by a repetitive desire to enter
the alternative
own keeper
free to design
his insulation absorbed sounds
glad to let go:
a newspaper’s bang each morning
tension condensing between lovers
silent language filling to the brim

midday check-out
used to betray
where the inner world ends
and the other begins
he paid with cash
as no one lives anywhere for free (28th January 2015)

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