sell me a book

i wish to read

i do not seek

for it to live

for long loved words

to shift and writhe

like worms

in muddied earth

to dig with coin

to see them change

sprout wings and fly

behind new layer

to filter through

One line a mile

to buy with gold

a bookmark placed

margins filled

with grotesque

that leer and holler

a trite new thing

a flash in pan

a product placed

distractions born

of books unbound

of numbers cut

to suited joy

for lines that move

that drains the page

of texture

for a privilege

of changing font

with promise

to guard its vault

for one more day

Sell me a book

To hold and keep

And read and read

Forever more