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.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
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.
