Fan Fiction

My fingers, considering
Traveled across the spines
So many, so fine
Needing to feel
Some quality
Straight and narrow
Not papered over
Hard-core

Look at You, there
But out of circulation
Not knowing why
I take you
From the forbidden shelf
Give you my time
Forget to return you
No care for the fine

We Sleuth

Whether ink or lead
Or in aerosoled hue
I own thee, my friend
Placed my mark upon you

It’s your fault, inspirer
You’ve caused my daydream
Your borderless pages
From which you Love-scream

Never stop speaking
Such fanciful truth
I fight with you, write with you
Together we sleuth

(Original Thought Credit:
“Books make excellent companions.”
-James Howe)

Those Colors Again

Stairs 
Steps
Stacks of grand books
Her hands reaching out
Sometimes there’s someone to grab them

White
Brown
Body unclothed
Her tears crying out 
Never there’s anyone aware

Flying 
Soaring
Feet on the ground
Her mind reaching out
Always there’s nobody who’ll speak

decidedly

 time 

will 

tell the tale of how you would stack these rocks 

whether in rows or rings or to reach the starlight 

it may not be for me to know 

behind me is water 

a half-written life 

arms reaching ahead 

and north 

an imperfect I love you flies from my hand 

with a tail as long 

as 

time

lovely as a book

Such is my soulmate
A book
A hardcover Guide To Kindness

This marriage 
No industry harm shall it do
Mixing anecdotes, poetry, humor

For love is truly love
Each genre held in high esteem 
Original edition, sacred

danger and art

there are books in my bed
they remind and renew
the wealth of knowledge
and the hard wonder too

there are books at my feet
by my side, in my heart
i long to feel fear
of their danger and art

and this book in my hand
that is covered in dust 
it speaks to my soul
with a passion I trust

Torn Pages

I know
The unwritten Book
Its dulled dust cover
With pages well-worn
Everyone’s read It
In the questioning eyes and
On the stiff shoulders of
Others

Our names are all written inside
Clear, permanent ink
Identities edited
Feathers smoothed
What you expect of me
What I expect of you and 
The consequences for failing
I know

When we see The Sun
And warmly shrug our shoulders
I know I’m in good company
That Book always scared us
So we skipped school
I know we often got busted
But here we all are today
Repurposing Books