some
fiction, some
biographies. poetry.
how does bukowski keep
publishing, he's been dead
for twenty years.
cook books, i still need
to master the pot roast.
and then there are self help books, that
mission never
completely dies.
spiritual growth, good lord,
i'm lacking there,
and then there's a picture
book of
Ireland where i'll travel
one day
with Ingrid.
she'll show me the sites,
translate
that strange language.
we'll go to the rugged
west coast and watch
the atlantic roar
against the shore. but for now,
the book will
have to do.
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