Bukowski

too nervous to
sit on a stool i
need fuel

sad of the rumble
outside he was
asked inside

but a shot or two
not asked but
given to

his art is part
of the bleeding
not needing to be

taken from his
glass but as a
do anything

but it
all comes
from the fuel

musei do not know?

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