I want my book in a children's library I want my book in a maximum security prison
I want my book resting on a cloud in a sky to be seen by a passenger in an airplane the passenger to crack the escape hatch and jump survive the fall
I want my book to be a parachute I want my book surrounded by tiny hands,
hearts, and mouths, saying I love you I love me. I will survive
I want a book that is a house for the abandoned I want a book that is a vacany sign Rent me.
I want my book that is a headstone I want a book that is a flowerbed I want a book that is a matchstick a Tire Iron an oil tanker
I want a book that is a leatherman in a hunters pocket in the belly of a deer in the zip ties and cellophane of a childs Christmas present
I want a book that bleeds
I want a book held by tiny hands with wide eyes wider because of me
I want to destroy the innocence of children by handing them courage and wisdom I want to inspire revolution I want sad eyes and clenched fists I want skydive wings grown during the fall
I want a nation run by answers with blood stained sheets
I want a book that is every question symbiotic book single cell organism splits in two hearts
I want a book that is a surgeon
saving lives, holding scalpel I want a book with hands up no rubber gloves, just a gun to it's back an engine running I want a book that is a bank robbery paper bag mask on fire Molotov cocktails disguised as champagne bottles Destined for VIP
I want the man who threw it to be the only one burning and well read And ***** I want my book in his VIP
I want him to read it with a melted eye I want my book in his prison cell to be next to me maximum security my casket
I want a book resting on a cloud in the sky in a children's library surrounded by tiny hands Before I am gone.