I like to wait
and I like to eat
as I wait.
I rest, and I wait to eat.
Because waiting
is eating, and you can’t eat
if you don’t wait.
10.05.2007
Bukowski's Last
Bukowski stopped because he died.
At least it wasn’t the other way around.
His last book, it felt like someone looked into the refrigerator, saw one box, opened it up and looked upon two eggs left in there or maybe even one and said ok—let’s eat.
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