Forwarding Address

Forwarding Address by Odin Roark Don’t forget to make out the postal card ‘Cause when you’re there You’ll want all those Parcels Mail Flyers New phone books And the precious junk mail You’ll take your body That burden you carry about Of noticeable change Avoiding mirrors The one Whose insides Woven between brittle bones Know muscle atrophy Blood vessel collapse Bowels contraction-in-waiting—again Kidneys dreading more martinis Heart and lungs wondering WTF gimme some air Some living blood Et al But still You’ll drag your weary ass Down the walk Lick your lips Open the lid And voila Postbox full of…yeah Junk mail Just like the good ol’ days Back at the house Before the damn retirement scam Got your attention C’mon At least the complex has postboxes galore What would it be like With no daily stroll To check for a card A letter A brown-wrapped gift? It’d be like The final reality No need for A forwarding address Ever again