library…

the library was sanctuary…
in all the cities i wandered in…it was always there…

Chicago…St. Louis…Cinci…Montpelier…New Haven…New York….so many others…
going there when the sun was hot…winds cold…seeking salvation among peasants…homeboys…professionals…whores…holy-men…Hindus…and Kerouac’s haikus…

finding treasures on shelves to take me away from the current plight…vagabonds sleeping in corners…mixed in with Baldwin…Keats…Byron…and Ginsburg…20 minute power naps taken only to be told to wake-up by old men in sport coats…clearing the aisles…clearing the aisles…

and the computers taken-up by folks watching music videos…Facebookaholics…petty-porn and Craigslist…all avoiding the books…the written word is gone…

i read the Beats in these bibliotecas…seeking a cleansing for all that i had done…saved by sentences…saved by sentences…

my soul wept …cried for more time in this community only to be ushered out with loud speaker warnings…THE LIBRARY WILL BE CLOSED IN 30 MINUTES…..THE LIBRARY WILL BE CLOSED IN 30 MINUTES…THANK YOU…

saying adieu to Corso…Burroughs…Bukowski…

till tomorrow my friends…till tomorrow…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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