at least
i think
is to one day
a big if
make a living
of this
nonsense
the big city wanderings
the late nights
the too many cigarettes
the drinking
sweet jesus
the drinking
internal immolation
disguised
as culinary arcana
but eventually
yes
a self made life
of words
on a page
and that
well that's it
no invention
no discovery
no goods no services
no management of men
simply words
on a page
nothing more
just
it
but the question really
and the one on my mind
is how
publishing?
ha
and while we're at it
and did i mention
haha
The New Yorker?
The Atlantic?
Playboy?
i hear they still publish
words
among other things
but poems?
not the kind i write
lectures perhaps
readings
symposia?
all for college students
wide-eyed
and sore-assed
from nights out
and nights in
waiting for
the o'clock hour
the time meant
for moving on
to lesser subjects
of greater gain
computer science
economics
business class
basically
future titans
universe masters
nearly half my age
and twice the income
no i think i'll keep things
just as they are
quietly working
for a living
and late nights spent
with pen
with cigarette
with drink
my writing shoes on
pre-dawn scrawl
of words on a page
and that
the big if
well that's it
nothing more
just
it
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