Postcard from the Asylum of the Nameless

by Samuel Derrick Rosen


thought I'd drop you a line or 2
I haven't seen all the sights yet,
saw numerous tides
pretend to come in,
sat under some monuments,
visited a few museums,
rode a couple of donkeys.
The weather is
unpredictable, made me think
of what you said the other day
and a thought occurred to me,

if you could somehow apply
your special gift
to your own almighty self
then it could quite possibly
result in a catastrophic rip
in the space-time continuum.

Yours faithfully,
He Who Is Nameless.

I got you a souvenir,
something I pray you'll appreciate.