Much Like Bukowski
I started reading again
Bukowski
the lonesome, alcoholic bastard
I moved back into my parents house recently,
if only for a time.
And I started reading again
and drinking
And then more drinking
and less reading
Until I was drunk
every night
Watching TV and
feeling real loathsome
My girlfriend and I aren't talking right now,
but I am writing this
I guess one could call that progress.
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