As The Poems Go
.
as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.
.
Charles Bukowski
Friday, November 17, 2006
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