The metaphor of man-as-volume and whether or not he's a good read. |
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Behind the BindingSorry about the shape this volume’s in,although it’s held up pretty well for all the times the pages turned But there doesn’t seem to be a way to fit everything you see in me into a book that better fits your hand Maybe a slicker cover, more pleasing to the eye So take it or don’t, I can’t do otherwise than promise a pretty good read It may have taken far too long to write Cliff Notes can be had for a drink and it’s more irreverent than irrelevant I hope And some chapters just aren’t worth the read It’s that way wandering bookstores too, I guess Some novels need to be stuck with through the early chapters and others not worth the nights spent trying to find a plot But I’m the author of my work and hardly clear on that Even so, some reviewers have been kind There’s a sense of style at the center, a phrase or two well-turned, a hopefulness about the thing The cover’s raggedy, a few pages torn Yet still, I’m at my best I hope, behind the binding |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |