FROM THE BOOK OF EMPTY STAMPS
By Noah Falck
From
the book of empty stamps
postcard 1
the garments I wear to bed
slicker than shit, a tourist in my own dreams.
Still, everything tastes the same with ketchup,
even when being chased across a handpainted
map
of the United States.
"Some people like mispronouncing things on purpose."
From
the book of empty stamps
postcard 2
your autobiography was recorded
by parrots. There was an orchestra
backing the yellow & red headed beauties
as they read my favorite part
about you describing why your true love
fell for you - "I was everything she
wanted. I was immature, drunk, shy, and
already married."
“Once loved in the cigarette smoke.”
From
the book of empty stamps
postcard 3
Blink at the
bicycle I am sailing upon,
it is not any more amazing
than the bullet shaped ocean
where I first took a double-
take
at your skin sheeted body.
"Language is the only homeland" - Milosz