In the library

I used to come to the library
in my formative years... ...what is that? All my years are formative....
anyway....in the suburb near the suburb i grew up in...as a child i was at the mercy of my mother, at her whim I'd get to borrow; some books, comics, a cassette...no videos, we can't play them........ my card getting filled up with fines....
as a teenager...young adult[fiction] I'd visit the big one...with the air condioning...or toasty central heating on the cold days... sitting at the reference desks copying pictures of skeletons........or robert smith[ from rolling stone], Tom waits and his ancient eyes in his young man's face...copying out passages from neitzsche...never spelling it quite right.... I'd always return the books the their place before leaving...