Monday, January 18, 2016
If ever I go berserk, I won't go running amuck
through the streets...I'll just go out and spend
every last dime I have on books.
Today I've taken to rubbing the covers (front and back)
of my favorite volumes all across my skin--all over my body.
(And yes, YOUR tome as well--you know who you are!)
The glossy finishes glide smoother than the matte.
No matter. It is pure ecstasy.
(The fact that you cannot do this with an e-book should not be lost on you.)
Never before have I derived so much pleasure from the written word.
Soon I'll open them to certain pages--my favorite passages--
and follow through in similar fashion.
(This is called absorbing the material.)
I know....I know...I did the same when I was twelve,
but those were magazines with pictures.
I've grown beyond that adolescent stage
into a pure "lover" of the written word.
An ageless, timeless, complete love!
I knew that I would find it someday,
and what a surprise to find it right there under my nose!
Make love to what you love.
Uh oh... I'm starting to feel that urge again...
that craving...to go out and score...about a dozen more.
There's a used book sale the public library
is putting on down the street. A buck for a book!
(Sometimes fifty cents.)
Somebody stop me!
Read the first fifty pages--
if it doesn't grab you by then, move on.
(Good advice for any relationship.)
It is enough just to have them,
Stacked here, there and everywhere.
Don't worry, I'll find SOMEPLACE to put them!
Books up da butt.
Friday, January 8, 2016
We used to be so much more
when'er the phone would ring.
Remember when there was no
and you were at the mercy of every
con artist and old girlfriend
you were trying to avoid?
Before voice mail
there was no choice--
you had to answer it
and take your chances.
We don't need that level
of owning up--
Leave a message
if you've got nothing to say.
Obla di, obla da, life goes on.
I'd rather sit here in silence
the whole day long
than try to explain to you, my dear,
why you've got the wrong number.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Monday, January 4, 2016
that their men
don't talk to them
but wise men understand
that the more you say
the likelier it is
you'll find yourself
eating your words