Jack Galef




Do Not Buy Books

Do not buy books
Or linear paragraphs of description
Save your disappearing dollars
Each syllable of action is free
There is no tax
Spring is not a bouquet of words
Nudged into meaning by punctuation
It is textless weather
Unphrased trees
With visceral gestures
We mean what we do
It is a scary lexicon
There is no eraser
We barely move
Books are simpler committals
We can climb mountains of literature
Turning the pages
We turn back
We untangle knotty metaphors
The lamps go out
We have someone else’s dream