The day I discovered
it standing there,
looking at me
hello there,
and to my hand
it never left

Then travelling
I saw a dripping tub faucet,
a nose dripping
I was watching the water
drip slowly off a roof
of melting snow
I waited to discover
what other vision
a hypocritical banging
a twisting of that cord
I saw a black dirty shiny mask
with a mouth of a black dog
madly barking
teeth of crevices so tight and sharp
A room full of smoking
would help me overcome this
that worn carpet
that projection television
that got you feeling
its back
and it would keep me searching
for The book