I’ve already tried
to seek answers
in all the great books
erstwhile banned in these parts
but somehow contraband copies
always seemed to seep thru borders
Yet in spite my best intentions
I found the solutions proffered
to be somewhat lacking
in meaningful substance
Laying in bed
with jasmine incense burning
staring at the ceiling
yet I find myself
questioning my faith
and examining my life
not seeking solace in Blake
or Nietzsche or Dostoevski
but just wallowing in July heat
expecting better
and getting this instead.
7-29-01
Inside The Moment Write
I stare at the trees above the houses out my window - and still I get this too. Viva la contraband! :D slc
contraband books are still
contraband books are still the best kind