If you recall from the poem Post, there is a letter for Charlie, who it is from is hinted in its hovering, stationary position, casting a shadow on his welcome mat & saving him some dosh on his electricity bill, which he is happy about, however, his refusal to open it is causing him a little perceptive problematic. I hope everyone enjoys these very low brow poems.
Remarkably without a wisdom from his retinas
& not a wisdom teeth in his skull
the edifice of this n’ he’s reality
– the everyday all the day stuff like
his afternoon jug of rum n’ milk, his Weetabix,
the billboard advertising headache pills,
the traffic & the negligee in high-street windows
the sky clad overcast & too the puddle draped
beside the leaves brushed off like dandruff to the curb
-him noted as composed of envelopes.
Gizillions of just perceptible, envelopes
envelopes envelopes is quantum structure of
this all perceived just envelopes
envelopes envelopes & more envelopes ad infinitum
n’ all addressed to him that can’t yet tie his shoes.