Below the shuttering yellow-white of Huckleberry Finn
A pair of headphones
Sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor
Not seen camera
Taking pictures of books
Feet peck the ground ever so often
Not here though
Headphone land and Mark Twain land and alone land
Nobody shelves these ones properly
The titles are all mixed up
Headphones note this and orders them
Alphabetically numerical
813 Twai- Mark Twain
Headphones music that soothes
Lunch eaters will come in later
No one will stop by Mark Twain
No passing glance
In this library nobody comes to read
They mostly work
Headphones tucked into a corner of the world
That belongs to the music playing in the moment
Headphones tied in a knot
Music speakers
Words line up with words
At the corner of this lonely lunch world
YOU ARE READING
I'm Here Now But You're All Going To Regret It
PoetryIt's not my fault it was almost gone. I just couldn't wait for time to take anymore chances.
