Book Café

I speak not but spit snot I speak not visual-vocals in void …..But 2 evoke thy psyche Utter not hollow heart bit whispers Breath out immortal echoes to fuel empty tankers 4 we must lampoon that baboon low with its high tennis courts In deep ink I print my blistered body The de-caff in the Book Café decolonized my coffee-pot Illiterate me can now Braille the author’s palm and comprehend. … I read the rainbow so need not my plastic coat for his rain is dry and over