rogue sender

somewhere there’s a fiddler loose
  toying with my strings, I mean,
   pulling buttons loose
    I mean| unscrewing nuts & bolts
  driving alone on an empty road
  paved with every decadent intention

   someone give me directions
  to his doorstep
        better yet/ the man himself
   
   give me an envelope
      to pack and mail
        stamp it
     & I’ll sign it

               [truly yours]

  –LM