These Letters are Fantastic, If Only You're Mine
The rough scratch of my index finger, surfaced-textured by papyrus
No, no
Not papyrus,
But a new fully owned book
Legal, my love, legitimate
No more of those counterfeit
At every flip is the fresh scent of pages
My excitement, shuddered by nose
Wood, these letters sprawled
I ran across,
Beautiful, beautiful
Indeed
When will I ever own yours?
And scratch them out of my yield?
But mere mediocrity?
Fuck them and be gone
It will take an entire century
For my own publication to be done
No half-ass
And above it all,
The disgust on a cheap work
Consumerism.
Mass-production
Heavy market
Passing fad, back into the old piles
Thrown away to dumpsite
I know...
At my local site
But pretty are you made by a respectable publishing house
Fantastic covers, treated as such
Trade paperback, hardbound
With colored leaves on the side
Glistens like a golden paper mache
Marketed are you like the new greatest hit,
Given too much,
It caused your copies selling millions
I bought your shit
I bought it with my own penny
For what?
To listen to every flip, and complain about staleness
To redeem yourself by a flickering sight of merit
Nah...
Nada...
Sprawling are your letters
Three hundred pages or more thick
Beautiful when they spew out the rough texture
Of my skin's finger and my bookmark surface
Skim, slowly, descend to the strings of letters you put up with
The stories you weave
Regardless if it's expensive
I'll have them by my side.
Not worth it,
But feels like it.
Your heavy market,
Is mid.
But I will have you anyway,
I will have you any time of the day.
If I throw you to my trash bin someday,
The pressure's on me.
Nothing personal, muwah, much love.
These letters of mine should not call on dead trees,
Find them useless, heaps of mediocrity
Discounted, cheap and inexpensive
But heaven's no, they're not paralled to quality.
Only a green eyed envious chit can squabble a nonsense,
Work on it, all yapping sans teeth
Empty handed, don't come back at me
The respondent says with scorn.
So, the curtain closed this conversation
Of what shall be done, to a scaling shift
Out in the market
