Running the place
like the see-yi-aye
she fills the Void
with restrictions,
a curious intradiction
and curio cards
of information
for my memory decay
My new library card, plastic and eternal,
is withheld, kidnapped by civilization,
held back from the fool, the child, the saint,
due to the sanctity of property over people,
information over sanity, the know-nothings
of gardens long gone, restrictions and restraint,
of the fool and the child and the saint
Sitting flat on her
officious frame
time ticking off
as the taxpayers
run on by seeking
out ruinous rumors
kept in a data-bank urn
Unlearn! Logic is a sequence
for digits on her personal
fussy budget spool
as she teaches me
her golden rule
running unevenly
for gasoline-mad marines
and payday loan Paulines
seeking out academic assignments
about banks and bombers,
bombs and U.S. Treasury robbers,
about skirts that sway, tweets
of high flying interest,
planets gone sad, asteroids
in full bloom, octopus arms,
The New York Times, O, woe,
there is a suckerfish upon the People!
Upon picture books, bar-coded,
featuring western Iowa churches
rebuilt every decade or so
by mountain-built storms
thrown east, wrecking their steeples,
by tornadoes feeding upon the People!
O, cookbook of comfort foods,
converted into kitchen-witch actions ...
O, four-year-old compact disks
emotions emo autodidactions!
Hear me. Hear Me!
The sun will come, each day ...
Hear me! Burning the shadow off
the mountain as I boil, too hot,
just too damn hot overdue
her library card denial transactions ...
And this is why the library lady
is so damn mean to me:
For if I am flesh she is bone
in a world that's all on loan
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