I entered this into the National Library Week Book Spine Poetry Contest a few weeks back. It's a fun way to toy with found art. Below are the lines I intended for the poem (there is a book's subtitle that I would want to leave out) --
Blessed are thou
on the road
naked
immediate as air
somewhere in advance of nowhere
tattoos on the heart
writing down the bones
how much is enough?
--when the heart waits
everything belongs.
