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this is not my address

Posted to Action Poetry

this house has a door &
a window or two,
a yard with bushes & flowers,
the siding is white,
the driveway
hard concrete. it's a lot
like any other house,
it has an address on
the front, oddly enough
it's not my address, the
numbers on the box
do not belong to me,
when the postman
walks up with a pile
of mail he puts it
in the wrong place,
my address is
some interstellar
mindwave two
lifetimes or three
dimensions removed
from the local reality,
but feel free to send
me a letter, i check for
love notes every
tuesday at noon.