Saturday, October 8, 2016

Bukowski Knew

Bukowski was satisfied to know
that most people are full of shit,
but they couldn't stop him from
drinking, writing, getting into fights.

He knew he had the precarious
freedom of one escaped from
conformity, mindless routine
just to keep the body going
on someone else's track.

Two Swedish women came to
his house one day, fans of his,
just to fuck him. That's when he
knew he'd made the right decision.


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