Poetry For Everyday People
Books And I
I slept with them,
stacked'em up against
my front door
when I thought
they were coming in
for me,
balanced my bed,
my night stand,
my life,
I put'em neath
my pillow,
just in case
they could
heal me while
I attempted sleep,
I made Christmas trees
out of them,
alone in my apartment
(books make great Christmas trees),
I laid them down with Budweiser
labels as bows and ribbons for presents,
to myself,
I smelled them,
what we talked about
I could never tell you,
well? maybe? get me between
chance?
the funny thing is:
I changed the world
and the world still
doesn't know it,
winning seems
a bit late
after dying,
where were you
when I needed you?
a night light's
a lover.
stacked'em up against
my front door
when I thought
they were coming in
for me,
balanced my bed,
my night stand,
my life,
I put'em neath
my pillow,
just in case
they could
heal me while
I attempted sleep,
I made Christmas trees
out of them,
alone in my apartment
(books make great Christmas trees),
I laid them down with Budweiser
labels as bows and ribbons for presents,
to myself,
I smelled them,
what we talked about
I could never tell you,
well? maybe? get me between
chance?
the funny thing is:
I changed the world
and the world still
doesn't know it,
winning seems
a bit late
after dying,
where were you
when I needed you?
a night light's
a lover.
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Books And I
Books And I
