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
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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