Monkey Knows All
Somewhere light-less he shakes a page
from a periodical, licks the husks
of bookworms from penny-a-word ads.
Shelves squeak like storm-drain rats
as knowledge settles in un-indexed heaps:
he scavenges their racks for glue.
He posits an exit from the stacks -
he saw it, once, wood-framed with steps
when he was sniffing for fresh inks.
He is lost|found, scraping his beard
with knuckles, its snail-whorl strands
stitched in place by threads from spines.
Normally, I think gimmicks like 'lost|found' are a waste of time, but it seems to work here - just my opinion, of course ...