Coffee’s the right temperature
A casual moment in my nook
Perusing over my copious notes
That one day need to be a book
Not for my sake or the world’s
But these characters yearn to be free
They’re tapping upon my mind
My course to sanity & their right to be
Disturbed themes & distant thrombosis A hitch in your giddy-up when it’s time for tea Transcendental visitations From dreams may come answers to our makeshift reality
Pouring over the brackish tomes with devotion Gentlemen & ladies of letters; luminaries of thought But truth doesn’t cure our limited capacities Bare harbingers of the illiterations we’ve wrought
We’ve taken ill in our posh-marked libraries Leaving fingerprints on memories we loved the most We maunder through our raging debates Knowing full well they’re all books about ghosts
Darkness creeps in on our musty resolve Syntax prescribed with an utmost surgical query Descending by the light of our candelabra If we survive, we’ll be counted amidst the weary
Upon awaking I find my face littered with pixie dust With no possibilities of faking I’ve been visiting paradise, I trust
Off chasing adventure in the streams & you thought I fell asleep on my book Neverland is not only in my dreams But these scars caused clearly by a hook
But he never learned how to read a book Or even the right words to steadily consume Never expect anyone to be your savior For intelligence, you gotta make the room
Elegant evenings; long gown shimmering Cackling & racking back the slide Uncomfortable theories in the moonlight Recasting guilt on the day Jesus died
Some of us aren’t natural beauties We must rely on intellectual fortitude Ashamed to exist outside fantasy Wishing for a more temperate latitude
Sweat pooling under our winks & grins With anyone else, this would be a bummer But I can’t get enough of your adventure Basking in the pleasantries of a hot book summer
Meandering down an etched path With vines & foliage on all sides The overgrowth keeps secrets locked & provides the perfect place to hide
I know where I always wish to be A forgotten realm; a place no one thinks to look Reality, hatred & cruelty forever expunged I’m safe here – alone in nature – me & a book
The eccentricities of life result in a varied solution Notes & experience written into the far margin Surrealist details woven into mundane worlds A quiet cocktail of banned books & Bombay gin
For the love of a rambunctious woman Beauty is all around us, if you know where to look We were always the weirder ones, knowing- Experience has more wisdom than your dehydrated books
I don’t need all that chaos
I’m content with simple taste
Up early in the morning
To ensure the day isn’t a waste
A prayer, a pen & a book
Foundations to a solid grin
Society can’t take it from me
In control as the world spins