Eating Books
I want to fill a swimming pool with literature and dive right in,
laugh among pages
float among words
toss back warm and casual phrases
from pens of long ago.
I want to eat what was said from Jane to Rochie
and dance alongside Liz,
throw manuscript paper up in the air and laugh in the rain that ensues.
I want to breathe in the tongue-rough and age old pages
and swirl my feet in the black lagoon of well used ink.
I want to blow cliched banter from one side of the room
and have a blazer'd fag dash it back
I want to search page after page for the ink that first spelt 'virtue'
and the first to spell out Lit.
I want to light a fire of music to burn alongside its superiors
Whilst me and literature dance into the night
and the wanton notes denature.
laugh among pages
float among words
toss back warm and casual phrases
from pens of long ago.
I want to eat what was said from Jane to Rochie
and dance alongside Liz,
throw manuscript paper up in the air and laugh in the rain that ensues.
I want to breathe in the tongue-rough and age old pages
and swirl my feet in the black lagoon of well used ink.
I want to blow cliched banter from one side of the room
and have a blazer'd fag dash it back
I want to search page after page for the ink that first spelt 'virtue'
and the first to spell out Lit.
I want to light a fire of music to burn alongside its superiors
Whilst me and literature dance into the night
and the wanton notes denature.