Jon Sinibaldi

 

Dog-Eared Bootleg Letter From Space

 

Dear Mr. President,

 

I heard you can’t cut down a forest

 

one tree at a time; I’d like to try

 

but now that I’m done

 

running to nowhere, I have

 

somewhere to be.  Think about

 

all the time spent

 

chipping away

 

at that tree, you could have been

 

playing with the band,

 

I hear they got a swell gig

 

at Ed’s.  Lovecraft and H.G. Wells

 

told me all about it,

 

but you’ll just have to wait

 

for Skunk Ape and Grass Man

 

to leave; I hear they like to start

 

trouble.  So the other night

 

a preacher told me

 

I had to let Jesus into my home

 

so I went to the front door

 

and I was there all alone.  But at least

 

I quit the smokes

 

I kicked the habit but

 

you should’ve seen my foot.

 

           

            Sincerely,

                       

                                    Jon