Junk Mail

I drew a straight line
right through the theme parks
and trade marks,
it came to an end at my door.
It’s kind of funny how
the postman knows exactly where I live.

I live by the pub with the fading sign
so I drew a straight line,
he must have followed it
right up my garden path,
past the buried bones
and Styrofoam.

I rode a big bus to the big city
to look for something I needed to buy.
I drew a straight line
from the station to the cross,
the one that marks the spot,
he must have stalked me.

I took off my shoes
and ran through the park,
it was very nearly dark
so I drew a straight line,
to a tree, which I climbed
and sure enough, there he was.

I called my mum
and got her answer phone.
I told her I wasn’t safe anymore,
she never replied,
so I drew a straight line
and nailed it to the door.

I heard the postman this morning
whistling like a dented kettle.
He visits every house
except mine
because I've unscrewed the numbers
and drawn a straight line.