the only profession in the world
where the "sexy" version can be the
same as the real one. but don't do that,
check out and reserves.
I'm stuck in here, like beef in a locker. like a mark
in a book. a list of names.
held for a moment and dropped down the chute.
(tired of everywhere, so close to the door)
does one leave?
Reference and Information
the sign on the librarian's computer reads
with long question about the Teutonics.
things we must know
I need time
I need time
Please Do Not Reshelve Reference Books
all things in their place, all metal, wooden shelving
in it's place, all screens in their place, all stools just askew,
all visitors in their place, from place to place, jaws
hung open, all studious in their place, all procrastinators
in their place, at the tables, with eyes hanging out of their
sockets, their tongues lolling over, to stop moving,
Covered Drinks Only, When Using A Computer
give up your crusades, guardians of civility.
let people talk. there was a day when we had to walk outside
to slurp. to squeeze and gatorade our studies into waking hours.
but fuck it, whatever. don't spill on the keyboards,
look at porn if you want, speech freedom. the temples
of knowledge have already burned, the idea of quiet
is a museum.
Cell Phones, Please Take them Outside
This is our waterloo. The last of our dignity.
Reserved For Research and Scanning
nothing I could do could make things change.