Thanks black swan, but neither is the one I'm talking about. Both great poems though. The playing of the shuffleboard was more of the main focus in the one I'm looking for and at the time I seem to remember getting the feeling of the mediocrity of life. As what the fuck is it all for if we're...
Hi,
I'm looking for the title of a poem Bukowski wrote about the subject in this thread. I can't remember much else about it except that Bukowski was depressed as he watched old people play what I think was shuffle board. It stuck out for me when I read it ten years ago and I'm trying to find it...
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