write down your deepest secret
send it off on royal air mail
till it reaches the corner of the earth
so i can read it in the depths of isles
where no once else can hear me think it
i’ve been catching your old vibes
getting caught up on new tastes
of depreciating desires
and long distance phone calls
to fourth world countries
keep on scratching my forehead
from the marking you placed
more than two weeks ago
you spelt it out in ink
a four letter word that doesn’t rhyme
want to catch up with those dead ends
they seem to be the only conclusions
that i can count on to come across
in the foreseeable future of things
unlike cul-de-sacs in suburbia