stuffed bellies digesting

reading is never

alone

for

writing is always

a loan

*

books like birds

perched on warm shelves

waiting for food

for thought and more original

truths that fly away

but are hunted

captured

then wait around

in a cage

for nothing more

than to be let back

in the comfort

of black margins

*

a good metaphor

is a beast’s head

above a fireplace

where the ceiling still

rules the room