![]() My LibrarianA Poem by Thomas W Case![]() Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOOnc9BpmIg&t=26s![]()
In all the smashed cat in the road days of
hungover afternoons, and empty pocket mornings, one constant wherever I was were the trips to the library. I read most everything back then: Hamsun Hemingway Steinbeck Fitzgerald Eugene O’Neil, and Gogol, and always Bukowski. They were my lighthouse in the abysmal fog of street life, and the abscessed ocean of bent dreams. The greats could always squeeze juice from the words and I drank them down in those lonely city libraries. It mixed well with the vodka and whiskey. Some of the libraries had security guards. Their job was to yell, “No sleeping”, as they walked by, like witnesses at a hanging. I dozed in those comfortable chairs, noon light bathing me in golden peace. I was a knight, the hero, Thomas, the great. I hated those fuckers for waking me up. I’d rise and wander around to stay awake. Every time, everywhere, there she’d be, my, clean, quiet, well-read, heavenly librarian. Brown hair in a bun, large glasses, and usually a silk blouse and tweed skirt, sexy as sin. I watched her for hours. I wrote about her, the way she moved and talked and smelled of lilies and jasmine. I made up scenes of wild sex in the fiction section on top of Dostoyevsky and Joyce, Huckleberry Finn and Tropic of Cancer. Miller and Nin would have blushed. I pictured her bent over the banister by the travel book section on the third floor. I’ve got her skirt hiked up over her a*s, and I’m in Wonderland, El Dorado, and the Emerald City all rolled into one. She guided me through suicidal days and made the wait to become a writer a worthwhile utopia. © 2025 Thomas W CaseAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 7, 2025 Last Updated on March 7, 2025 Tags: poem, poetry, library, www.thomaswcase.com Author![]() Thomas W CaseClear Lake, IAAboutThomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..Writing
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