Friday, January 21, 2011

Ode: To The Library's Snack Machine

Skipping scanning, reading Freud
Bright light- in my way- annoyed
over the top of a book
surprisingly near.

Didn't notice when I sat
eyes focus farther- what is that?
I gave it a dirty look-
What's it doing here?

Focus broken between Ids
and Ego's to this well-lit kid
for it was a snack machine
three bookcases away.

I perfectly oriented
Super-ego was offended
as it could not be unseen
for the rest of the day.

I wish its motor would shut up
and my hunger would just let up
Coughing during symphonies
You're ruining them all for me.

Though I do appreciate
the evidence that it creates
I'd rather see another shelf
than psychoanalyze myself.


-Citron

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