(Listen to the poem here)
Some people tell me that
they feel compelled
to read books
to the end, no matter
how brainless and
repetitive the plot,
how many unattractive
characters,
or how nobody ever
seems to learn from
their mistakes.
Me, I’m not like that.
If I’m fed up
(and it could be on
page fourteen or thirty-three
or even four seven six)
well, then I toss
it parabolically into the furthest
corner I can conceive
and that’s the
final end of it for me.
What’s more,
I’ll tell you what,
I’m right, they’re wrong,
And now I’ll show you why –
(excuse me while
I shout a little)
“Hey, history! Stop
turning pages! Go
get yourself another book!”
Phillip Hill 2016
Sideways Station 