Minimalist poet, minimalist lifestyle

Even for me, it's unusual to go a week and half without receiving any post/mail. If it wasn't for the fact that items addressed to previous occupants of the house (which I immediately throw in the bin) are arriving through the letterbox, I think I would have contacted the sorting office by now.

Incidently, the sorting office in Doncaster, which used to be conveniently situated next to the railway station is now located on an out-of-town industrial estate which isn't served by public transport.

MIRROR IMAGES

Here sits an hour ago
Keeping that which goes together
Across the word and place the faith
Leave time behind in silent shadow.

Sun translations of the Bible
Bogotry on sale/return
Knowing what I mean to honour
Headquarters you win, but learn.

I've decided not to go to the salsa dancing class; basically I can't afford it. Sometimes it's easier to have a decision made for you, as in this case.

I think I would have felt uncomfortable going into an unfamiliar environment on my own and so I've chickened out.

TAKE YOUR PICK

Hire bridges, fallen arches
Spurning longdead riverbeds
Dried pramwheels, pressed timepieces
Rusty cans and bonedead legs
Stagnant pools, deodorised arms
Rainbowed with oil and watercolours.

INVITATION ONLY

Black bandaged night
Mother's milk
Overhung parties
Lost on the moors:
Smooth as silk.

Shadowless conversation
Unexorcised guests,
Games for poaches;
You can gues the rest.