Receiving Mail

Crows have descended upon me.
Black daggers from a Grassendale sunset,
They send text messages to eachother, confirming attack plans as they
bring their gullwings to bear :0

My face dessicated like coconut
I wait for the simple joy of the parcel,
the envelope that pushes its way onto the corner of the screen when the
blue tray reads
'Receiving Mail.'

I am the E-Male
6 million dollars worth of hardware.
Everyday is Christmas here
and the snow is all over my face
like coconut.