David O'Haolin Whalen Poet Ode

A Literal Tryst

My vice is to choose a book at random
From off the library shelf
A book timeworn, a bit forlorn
That sits alone, all by itself

I like that slight crackle 
That comes from it’s spine
That warm musty odor reminiscent
Of newly uncorked wine

I t  can be just a brief conversation
Or perhaps a grand revelation
That momentary…temporary?
Meeting of minds

Yet at times these random authors
Take hold of my mind 
Makes me an unwilling and unwitting
Hostage…with a great opening line

So I enter into a random liason that will end 
in but a week or so 
With a literal random stranger
Who ends up in my hand in my bed
And shares my nightlamp’s glow

But this chance encounter as always, 
Must come to an end
T’was no more than a passing delight
Twas just a book, chosen at random
…A stranger in the night… 

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Canny Amah December 26, 2015 at 4:38 PM ... a good one ... such a randomisation of the mind ... some might say 'tis a joky way disforward is book reading - a kind of solitude in artistic business ... yet so wonderful & beautyful for others like yourself or myself ...

Larry Myers December 22, 2015 at 8:57 PM Mr. O'Haolin I really enjoyed "A Literal Tryst"' I actually choose some of my books just as you described. I especially like used books with notations and those that have personalized.