Up to My Eyeballs in Books
These mountains of novels
and towers of tome:
I’m up to my eyeballs in books.
They’re scattered and sorted
and stored in my home
In cabinets, crannies and nooks.They’re packed on the bookshelves.
They’re stacked by the door.
They’re every last place they can be:
in columns of volumes
from ceiling to floor.
There isn’t much room left for me.And if I devoured
the piles without cease,
and scanned with unparalleled speed
consuming each copy
a second apiece:
They’re more than I ever could read.I guess that it’s good
I’m a bookwormy soul,
But how did this all come about?
A week ago Wednesday
I lost self control
and checked the whole library out.
Thursdays are dog days! Also, I think that this is one of the best doodles I’ve done all year.
