LETTER FROM YOU
I’ve an
appetite that’s vanished
And all
solid flesh has now sunk
I can’t even
get plastered, get really drunk
till a
letter comes from you.
To the spot
I seem to be rooted
I just sit
alone in a nook
I don’t
even feel like opening a book
till a
letter comes from you.
I shun all
small conversation
reject each
word that would console
I won’t
even give my old mother a call
till a
letter comes from you.
Vitamin C’s
not on the agenda
I just lie
here and pine away
I won’t
even come to rue the day
till a
letter comes from you.
I believe
my days are all numbered
my pulse’ll
soon give up the ghost
I don’t
even dare to hope to host
a letter
that comes from you.
So now you
know what the end is
how much
you must answer for
should you
not, at once, just guarantee
that a
letter comes to me.
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