January 16 1976
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Reading Me Like a Book
Could someone remove the tattered binding
Staining my yellowed pages
And read those words which once made sense
But now seem like collective gibberish
Oh, but for a moment ponder,
And recite those faded memories
And languish in the feelings of
Old emotions
Then read me- touch my skin
And rattle off of how I'm deeply
etched
Of how the poetry sends thoughts
to heaven
And the world is only a resting
place for my desires
Write a book report about me
Take it to school and get an A
Because it was an easy novel to read
Descriptions on every page
Excitement in every chapter
The skipped the parts that were
really harrowing
And relied on heavy tearjerkers
about love and doubt
It's all there on paper
So read me like a book
Because I've tried and failed.
It's all in a foreign language
The syntax is all wrong
I've asked you to do this
Because I've forgotten how.
Look in my mirror an tell
me what I see.
Listen to my voice and tell
me what I hear.
Feel my heartbeat and tell
me why my hands are outstretched
Read my final chapters
Because I am afraid
Did the author understand what
he had written?
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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