This book is well read.
The story told and retold and why? the pages are thin and stained with
sweat.Could be teardrops.

The binding is unbound broken spine.cracked in places
If falls listlessly in my palm like a lifeless quail wings undone.
never to take flight.

Listen closely as the words drift from pages tattered and fragile.

Afraid to have meaning anymore.
Astride a swayed back mule
Once was a wicked rapier.now


A blunted tool.
Crepe-like roses dried betwixt the pages.
Still......trembling hands.

Tiptoe
Gently from joy to pain as thereader rolls across
Inked fantasies long pressed to page.
Believer believes.
The deceivers.


Tall tales to small.
An open book to all who dare look.

The well thumbed pages
Of a well
Worn
Book.