Karen Bookguilder is intended to be a collection of poems 60 poems expressly for the Book Guild
by Mike Burr - the themes being dictated by or about its published artisans .
Ice
snow white hares run the bald plateau
ten hundred thousand days and nights have run
now is come the time
the sun will cast its mandrake root
its forked rays dissolve the winters past
a child
a chorus
spring is born
and early boys are run and playing
mad as march hares upon the earths abundant lawn
to be denied that hour of joy
must be abutment to a dreadful thing
lost
lost somewhere atween the abutment of continents
a mind that has no strictures
steals King Re [Sol] in winter from his low horizon
yet you are still frozen to the core
for theft is no consort
she, like the whore shes is
loves money more than life
take your hands and rend
your potrinal cavities asunder
is there a heart
then thaw it with your hand
and set it pumping once again