162 April 28, 2021April 28, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings Sitting on my beach chair Who the hell needs a career? Catching rays Reading philosophy books all day I’m not a frustrated big shot With an empty fridge But has kitchen granite counter tops No I live in a sixty year old three room shack Concrete Block Structure Flat Roof Survived multiple hurricane attacks Sharing space with Reptiles Rodents Termites And A gigantic organic vegetable garden out back Love my Sony Walkman Forget digital sound Will die a cassette man For over forty years Bar-B-Que 1-2 times per week Colonoscopy just came back all clear Drink Ice cold Heineken beer Nine years ago stopped cutting my hair Share this: Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related
The Hermit Poet's Ramblings 
Incredible expression of self-knowledge and confidence. Nice work. Thank you for visiting my blog.
Reminds me of Murakami’s Kafka Tamura from KOTS. ‘reading philosophy books’, ‘love my sony walkman’