The earth is flat, it’s true: an envelope To open wide; the sealing wax is orange And in the sky; the postman-telescope Directs lenticular deliveries (singe-
Inducing) to embarrassed globes the eyelash Envelopes. Nothing’s false in mail or wire Communications: trust the starry mustache Shaved by the cosmetologist, the fire
Our stormy letter-writer’s underhand Reply requires. An oval grave to render Ovations obsolete for ampersand- Like orbits inconclusively non-tender:
Believe the obits, NASA’s photogenic Hoax; bury reason’s painful pomegranate.
-- Jake Sheff is a captain and pediatrician in the US Air Force, married with a daughter and three pets. Currently home is California. Poems of Jake’s are in Marathon Literary Review, Poydra’s Review, Foliate Oak and elsewhere. His chapbook is Looting Versailles (Alabaster Leaves Publishing). He considers life an impossible sit-up, but plausible.
