The Best Stuff Ever Written
AJ Urquidi
Success! is! flammable!
The malicious chapters have yet
To be filled in this Book of Slurs
Which is best writ by the best fit
Nameless to say
You
And the Book of Reflexivity
Finds itself nestled in rows
And rows and rows of shelves
In the library of the Peach Orchard
Who harvests who
Do you grasp the fruit
Or do words grasp you
When we last visited our lovely host,
He was planted atop the telephone pole
In the lifeless islands
Scribbling down notes in the Book of Fumigation
When he slipped and tumbled from above
Who was there to catch him
Do you think it was an intruder
Or maybe a lifeless pest who was there all along
Too self-engaged to present herself.
The third edition of the Book of Amoré
Was just published from your basement.
Maybe you got it right this time
Maybe you learned to write this time
Anyway, the rest of us won’t buy it
Cackling or not cackling
The About the Author photo
Drives the eyeless to tears
And the tasteless to kill their firstborns
Who made you the expert
My library is filled with all the lone copies
Of the Book of Pomp
Frogs hop about the monsoon floor
The librarian! is! a whore!
With any luck, the sprinkler system is broken