I want to feel the weight
of the decades
in each turned page
Inhale the wizened nicotine effervescence
of the past

Ponder the origins
unclean
biological
ontological
*******
maniacal
of the sticky stains and splotches
amid the typeface

Spy the minute grains
of illicit substance
clinging to the binding
junkified
rarified
*******
hospitalized
truly unbound
screaming
through the ages

Hark the shoeless
crackhead cackles
Christ is Dead
*******
Gimme a dolla
instead
That I  
might better mark
the pages of this arcane
insanity

You see
her gstring is still wet
from the pole
and I would like to keep
these pages
as bright as
those holes