Lost in a Barnes and Noble

I'm all lost in a Barnes and Noble
I can no longer read Literature
I came in looking for science fiction
Now I'm living biography

I didn't arrive,as much as I stumbled over Joycean innuendo
Dr Freud came running to treat my sense of injured self

I'm all lost in the Monkey House
I can no longer think rationally
Trying to escape...
Waiting for Godot is my new manifesto

I'm trapped in a Barnes and Noble-genres baffle me
Trying to Find my way among pages of Philosophy

I'm all lost in a sea of mazes 
Word games follow me
Running like Alice Through a wonderland
Of words and slippery definitions

Hiding out in adventure, seeking an opportunity
No time for romances when you're reading Jules Verne

I'm being chased by a The-a-saurus
I think it wants to devour me
Oh messieurs Webster and Johnson
Can you help me explain
In Swiftonian prose
The Problems vexing me

I've lost my soul to a vast array of books I never see
sentenced forever to re-read
Pliny the Elder's Histories

( Taken From "Hello Old Friend, 2008)