A Cry for help in the stacks from an eccentric patron at large!

Abandonment(Yelp!)

In sunglasses and baseball cap
She enters, her cane ahead of her
Purple and white sun dress. She sits
In front of the computer and enters her
Number.

“When I was young I wanted to be a
Veterinarian. I use to work with animals
I’d like to take that pit-bull home. He’s been
Outside for hours and seems so melancholy”

When we open the doors the next day
She is the first in line. She points toward
The empty food dish with wrinkled finger
She looks as sad as the pit-bull before
Animal control came take him away.

by Micah Zevin 2008

Will The Truth Be Told?

Aphorisms

Feed your storage space
Hungry puppies
The fascist-capitalist
Frontal lobe must too
Be stimulated by
Multi-colored rainbows
How does the eye taste
Once removed and rolling
Helplessly on one’s tongue?
The discontented too have a
Right to their emergencies
Why, why is there no union here?
When the parade has died down
And the mock rallying cries
Sigh at their apathy
The platform disappears
The hit is so dissatisfying

by Micah Zevin 2008
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Commentary from the surreal perspective Yes/No?

Advice from the surreal

It’s not a lamppost, blue
The best through the decorative!
A regular place in your environment
Install it, blue! That light.
Two weeks, what’s next?
An emotional haze, a symbolic feature
Navigate with the proper illumination
Be deluded
Slowed down
Touch a bit.

by Micah Zevin (2008)