you have to be your words. if those words swim down your cerebel stem past carpels and metacarpels, cappilaries and cuticles, and drains out onto the page, then them words good, sha!
take these words lightly, i'm plastered
i have been writing for some time now, poetry and prose and general rants about space and time and miller high life. i was writing long before i knew who bukowski was, but after my first time reading him, something snapped. there are similarities in our life (no i'm no clone or anything, just...
i'm living
i'm living
im busy living
in the smallest town
there ain't nothing
to fix my mind.
it all cost
twice as much,
i only get a fourth
out of the high.
i was ready to
get married once,
but the time has
passed me by.
now i work all day
i only get to sleep
right before
i die
i been...