Some rights reserved - Janet Ramsden
Were I a Book
By: Andrew Scott
Were I a book
Were I a book, I’d be dogeared,
With aspirations to be revered,
Like a Salinger, Irving or Atwood.
Were I a record, I’d be scuffed and scratched,
In a different sleeve, liner notes mismatched,
From being played loudly and waking up the neighbourhood.
Were I a burner, I’d be Bunsen,
Open your heart and when I’m once in,
I’ll parasol above to try and keep the wolves at bay.
Were I ink, I’d be blotted,
Were I booze, I’d be besotted,
Were I a night, I’d hope with you to be a day.
Andrew Scott lives, writes and makes music in Toronto, Canada.