More of the Same

These are not poems
They are merely all I can come up with
They do not rhyme
They do not illuminate nor make for great sentiment

Maybe I should read more
Gather up a new word or two
And send the pages reeling with joy and truth

Sadly that’s not going to happen

I still think of Bukowski
Who would advise me
To give up and to
Stop
Fooling
Myself

To
Stop
Deluding
Myself

And

Get a life.

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