Bukowski

. -The Last Straw- Sometimes he went too far Shunning the sunlight, wading into the dark swimming in places the sun couldn't find shifting the wind to suit his own fall speeding through life with his back to the wall where he'd spit in the eye, and bend all the rules yet with something to find, that was not of this world spilling his guts wading through fog, feeling the chill unfurled in a dream that was seen through a glass while he looked for asylum in the black of the night Boomerang words were like bats out of hell to dwell in the mind and rattle the bones of someone with soul, who feels all alone changing their world from the outside in Students mull over his words, taking sides A skate on thin ice Some call it nice........some call it sludge slugging it out, from opposite sides Some can't decide........ some claim to hate it Fate has a name. Genius I'd say Some of us stumble, and tumble right in _________________________________ For Contest Sponsored By Amy Green 4/7/14 Genius Resubmitted for PD's Contest: 101 in a Row #14 9/16/16