lever
it’s at the back of my head.
requires force
and blind belief.
a binary
industrial strength switch.
a trick. I forget
if up is down
and down, up
or quite the reverse.
this is no easy flick.
grab that hard plastic
grease-grimed handle
with both hands
and muscle it fully
to its opposite position.
you’re in control. my only plea:
don’t leave me jammed
half way.
© Hilaire
the house of the bibliomane
Once I was fresh off the press
bright with printer’s inks
my virgin pages thirsty
for thumbprints, first riflings
Soon stacked between rivals
one of a pile, one pile among many
I settled into neglect
the faux glamour of foxing
Mute as a battery my pages seize up
forget what it means to be read
© Hilaire
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