Eva Moe

Tag: library

  • From the Notebook: King Arthur was a Tragedy

    “In the age of romance and chivalry, steam seeped through open hearts now it’s a gas leak up the nose and on fire. Love is now combustible. Love is now the library. Love is now the golden gilded spine of ancient text.

    July 1st 2017.”

    like: “love is now the library”
    dislike: “ancient text”

    Here’s the new version. As you can see, I’ve added a title and altered the imagery. This poem did not undergo a heavy edit, and that’s okay. Sometimes, I write a long poem only to keep one or two lines, or images, or ideas. Other times, like in this case, I keep it mostly the same.

    King Arthur was a Tragedy
    In the age of romance and chivalry
    steam seeped through open hearts
    now it’s a gas leak.
    Up the nose.
    On fire.

    Love is now combustible.
    Love is now the library.
    Love is now the golden
    gilded spine of mildew books
    that bury in your head
    songs and hatchets alike.

    Eva

  • A Dollar Twenty

    A Dollar Twenty
    it’s 2017 and I owe the library a dollar twenty.
    I forgot four books at once
    but they don’t talk about it at the checkout.
    no “hey look it happens but if you don’t pay us back
    you’ll never read Stephen King in this town again.”
    Consider me a villain.
    Give me a franchise.

    Miss Sayonara and the Book of No Return
    and the reVIEWS, darling!
    Box Office Anti Hero Stuffs Two Dollars in Envelope
    Bloody Insignia Indicates Unstable Temperament
    Non-Returner Repents
    Book Bandit at it Again
    Library Seeks Revenge
    she owes a dollar fifty.

    That’s it? I’ll give you three.
    Take my dreams to the laundromat
    show me the muscles of your forearms         dry
    here’s the chipped yellow grass you can water with sepia tone
    dye this landscape burnt orange like those teeth in that Western
    read me the trash about galloping abs
    you want a dollar fifty?
    I raise you my space ship
    pirate ship         indigo baby dragon
    majestic brown horse         washboard nihilists
    will they won’t they modern friendship
    psycho brawler         dream thieves
    bank bullets        shooter boots
    a black cat         a salt circle
    a weather woman shoots rain from her eyes
    into the neck of a hipster
    and I return to you with these stories.