I'm BookedA Poem by Lumarvens AlexanderDraw a macaroni on each page and call it a MacBook.
If I ever run out of things to say, I'll print a blank book.
I'll promote it like a Bible, walk around with it like a handbook. Invisibility is an ingredient; bet you didn't know that I can cook. Everybody can look and it'll still leave man shook. Draw a macaroni on each page and call it a MacBook. Five years was the first. That's how long that took. I write on anything now; everything's a scrapbook. Mental illness really, is how that looks. Biblioklept; yes, I'm that crook. The internet is a message from God; I'm hooked. Busy swimming through these pages, I'm booked. The type to read an entire novel in one look. I'll write a book on my favorite artists and call it a fan book. Include air conditioning on each page and still call it a fan book. Write it by the seashore and call it a sand book. Write a book on musical instruments and call it a band book. I appreciate the company of people who understand books. It doesn't have to be new; give me them ruggedy secondhand books. A good book doesn't discriminate, no matter how your hands look. Even after death, the heart still beats within a man's book. - LUMARVENS ALEXANDER poet, author SATURN: Fantasy Poetry © 2020 Lumarvens AlexanderReviews
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AuthorLumarvens AlexanderProvidenciales, Turks And Caicos IslandsAboutI'm a poet and a writer. more..Writing
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