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Gather around children
It’s time to listen to a tale Of mean-spirited politicians & how they’re trying to make society fail
Never trust those your parents elected
They’re out here banning books for kicks Aggressively stupid speeches at rallies While demonstrating fascist parlor tricks
Be careful to watch your language
Lest you offend an old white man Your school libraries might be empty But I’ll share all the books they ban
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Flirting with a literary-inclined woman
Sitting puzzled by the glances she took Wondering what’s swirling in her mind Guessing she’s judging based on my books
Worshiping the lady’s flesh
I am not divine, yet hope she might be Kissing before daylight, the way we used to Adjusting to my senses; that I might finally see
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Do our words mark us guilty
Those found in books & memory’s pages Does knowledge slowly wilt thee Creating the soul in starts & stages Like this: Like Loading...
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Surrounding myself with ancient friends
Wisdom & experiences laid upon my shelf Bare for all to quietly consume Providing a chance for a better version of self
Absorbing past lives without pause
Silhouettes of women from long ago Angst from existential rights in time Visions of dreams I wish to forgo
These books are mere placeholders
For the contents of my heart upon hardwood Gentle reminders of our former intellect & the hope we might return to being good Like this: Like Loading...
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& so I taught myself
Digging deep into classical books Borrowing from their bright words Until some knowledge overtook
Then I broke free of their grip Slicing my own path & charging off I sit by the fire, gathering my wits I block you out – you merely scoff I don’t care for your opinion You regurgitate falsehoods & lies I’m running through the wilderness & now I’m the Lord of the Flies Like this: Like Loading...
I won’t judge you for your past
I don’t care how your body looks
Inward – we all contain equal souls
We can all absorb the beauty of books
Go read! Fitzgerald, Kerouac, Twain
Emerson, Rand, Tolstoy, Hemingway
Thoreau, Dostoyevsky, Neruda, Yeats
Great words are forever here to stay
It is solely up to you
To build up your literary wealth
But I will constantly judge you
For the contents of your bookshelf
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Excuse me, Miss
I need help between the books
You look down your glasses at me
Don’t worry about their errant looks
You’re dressed mighty nice
I think it’s by the back shelves
It seems I’ve gotten us lost
Oh my, I think we’re by ourselves
I pull you in close
A hand sneaks under your skirt to play
You moan aloud; onlookers’ smile
Apparently we’re still on display
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Frayed cuff on antique khaki
Knowing thy state of dress I wasn’t as dapper as she was used to Hoping she wouldn’t think any less
He wasn’t any better than a prig
Her dance card drawing sideways looks Quietly, she enjoyed my wicked tongue & the way we shared our crooked books
Shaking the dust off our neglected spines
Certain steps lead to an awkward courtship But faith in the power of pristine passion That’s when I met her puckered cherry lips Like this: Like Loading...
I fell out of Jerry’s beard
That trip was critical & weird
Pushin’ the limit in this life
Don’t confuse me with strife
Keep your learned looks
I’ll steal a trove of books
Answers come when they please
Send me back to sail the seas
I’ll dry off at the Westward Ho!
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