Yellow Mailbox
(Z. Mulls Copyright 2006)
That’s a really pretty card
Where did you buy it?
It’s a little avant-garde Laced with disquiet
All your semantics
Come down to this
Coded lines concealed with a kiss
Send it to the yellow mailbox
Overnight express
In an envelope marked 'urgent'
With no return address
Send it to the yellow mailbox
Hidden in the weeds
With the literary journals
That nobody ever reads
You can set those sullen eyes
Behind sunglasses
It’s Easier to recognize pleasure as it passes
Lush wildflowers
Grow by the road
Thoughts condense then softly implode
(chorus) Send it to the yellow mailbox, etc.
When the sun’s up in the east
When you’re ready for the truth
When you’ve learned your lesson
There’s a diplomatic priest
With a slot inside his booth
To slip him your confession
I fall down and spill my guts
Out in the alley
Half-amused I’m missing what’s in the finale
Vision is blurred
Can’t read the marquee
Dropped my program
In the debris
