i read Bukowski and i am encouraged.
i like the bare-faced way
he tells stories.
it calms me down a bit, centers me
reminds me to be a little
less preachy and
we’re all in this together
in our own
quirky way and we’ll figure the
chipping away at the rock wall of
for some skinny ghost of meaning
sometimes it’s nice to just
and let the thing be whatever it was
without worrying for
my sake or