I'll burn down this house of poems
and all the authors
out on loan

Make no plans about your book
your words turn
to ash and soot

Burn down this hall of rhyme
you have better things to do
so don't you be a waste of time

Watch the roar that will consume
your phony dreams
your pipe smoke fumes

Hear the binders snap and pop
every stanza
all that rot

Think of what you could have done
if all those letters
could be unrung

Watch the floors collapse in pain
these ruins remain hot
until the rain

Now get on about your way
and don't twice
about someday

And for all it's shame
let it burn down
Burn baby burn
in purifying flame