Treasure Island

David McLansky

[David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Poems of David McLansky

Nightmare

I dreamt that you stole all my books,
Negating all the pains I took;
The summary of all my life,
My history of love and strife;
And dumped them on a used book seller,
The ones undamaged from the cellar;
How empty stood the wood book shelves
Denuded of my several selves;
Empty slots, blank empty places,

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