Hail Poetry!

So supposedly, today is the Second Annual (Silent) Poetry Reading for bloggers.... and you know how I love a good theme (if you didn't, well, now you know.) And since I'm keeping all of the exciting things under wraps (for now! I promise!), I am taking part in this poetry reading so you all have something to read. This poem seemed oh so very relevant:

Eating Poetry by Mark Strand

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The lights are dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs bum like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.