Updated: Mar 22, 2019
"Library is peoples"-- Bradbury
I want to be a people in the library
filling shelves like slobber all over chin
like alphabets kissing sides of blocks.
I want to be a people in a book a black
lily folded under a nose. I want to be dreams
all over the planet mars. I want to be held in
a stranger’s hand, like time holds rocks. Crumble,
dust. I want to sneak into excited
eyes like a new word. perambulate pages.
Make multiple sounds out of a short walk around
the garden of imagination. Sit under pine
sipping plot from the pulp. thinned
on is, if, and this. Then, because of thick bundles
browned I will fight finite and live in bounds.