I’ll write a book

I’ve decided to write a book of poetry
you can see an’ view
un-electronically.

Without a battery or AC,
You’ll pick up this book from me
And read the words you see
Currently.

Homeless Books

There are trees that no one sees anymore.
Littered with ideas that ran into axes,
Now stacked on the discount table.

Trees that hide under a glossy cover
Forming collages blurred behind price stickers.
They aren’t worth my spare change.