open letter to a closed mind

go ahead,
keep acting like you've got nothing left to lose
you're left chewing your last tooth
sucking off the back of your throat
trying to survive the tail spin
of an open grave

you fall asleep face down
on a rake skinned beach
you open a bowl of cherries like it's everybody's party
you act like you don't know how you feel

how do you feel?
did you just turn the heart on
did you read the warranty manual?
fill out the registration card
and send it off
for Mr. Mailman to send it away

Thanks Mr. Mailman for all the mail
you're doing a bang up job and I'm sorry
for when everyone says "going postal" in a bad way
They probably should mean it in a nicer way
but no one ever stops to talk like they used to

Anyway I gotta get going.