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An older poem I still like. Not yet in print.

Read, Read, Talk, Talk

Master_at_workby Michael Snider21 Mar 2019

My Buddhist shrink tells me stories
Collected in Zen Flesh, Zen Bones.
He doesn’t know I’ve bought the book
Or how I quickly solve his koans.

It’s the same at work—I read the books
That no one else has time to read
And I’m a fucking guru when
Their code is tangled in the weeds.

Even you, who should know better,
Shake your head at what I know—
I talk about the things I’ve read,
A never-ending trivia show—

So where’s the book that teaches quiet?
Promiscuous talk and empty arms
Are all the profit reading brings me.
At 3 am, they have no charms.

note: an older poem, from a few years back