I love those literary references
And I know you do too
It’s true
But if I could just hold you
Then maybe all those books we never read
Wouldn’t matter
Any more
At all
And though we both think a battered paperback has
A certain beauty
Maybe it’s just old
Maybe it’s now
Just pages of typewritten conjecture
That some lecturer will quote
Over and over
Year after year
Before it becomes clear
To him
That though it indisputably had its time
That it’s time has passed
With the passing of time
And sadly
That television’s doing all the talking
That advertising’s become lucrative
That apathy’s become a pastime
And no one seems to care
Let alone mind.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
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