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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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Tennis Whites


She is a goddess
 and I am but a mere mortal,

I fear perhaps it is too late. 
Perhaps I have ruined my chances
 by acts of tongue.

She is a goddess as she moves in 
her tennis whites.

I adore her, at least.

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Tick Tock

Time is an imaginary thing. Made by man to create ordering. Tick, Tick, Tick, it goes.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. 

The world around you moves, just waiting for you to pick up the clues. That time is not a thing to waste; not a thing to use with such haste. But something to savor, something that cannot be replaced.

 So spend your time, spend it well. Because in a blink, it will be quelled.

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Thank You, Stranger


"Kind words. Thank you sir."
"I surely enjoyed your play."
"Thank you too, stranger."

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Cookie Cutter


Driving through the broken, potholed streets
Lined with houses spanning decades
Each with a thousandfold more character
than that of the cookie cutter impostors they call homes

I appreciate the creaks and groans
Much more than the sheen of granite stones

Value comes down to values.
What are yours?

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Dog Kisses


Dog kisses are not available to me.
Nor are you.
and so I am alone

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Am I a Writer

I am sitting here at four in the morning.
The rains battering the window.
I've got my notebook out, thinking.
The light is dim.
Any brighter surely wouldn't be proper.
Hell, I've even got my raven statue. 

What a prick I am, trying to force this shit.

I like to write and to read,
but am I not simply trying to flee from the fact?
The fact that the big 'ol world is here now. 
And its staring me down.
Waiting for me to make my move. 

Some part of me thinks that if I become a writer,
then I surely can continue to live with such ignorant ambivalence of adult life.

Am I a writer?

I couldn't tell you.

I can only write about it.

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A Thousand Page Stack


A thousand page stack
partially filled with my thoughts
eternally empty

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The Collapse

I must refrain from 
wearing a mask of depression, 
Still retain joy in this deep 
recession. Give America a 
reason to be, but I must also 
decree; that if this world goes 
under, society must not 
stumble.

But in a dark age of oppression, 
we must rise up, and make the 
difficult decisions. To keep the 
world in disposition, to rise up 
and recondition. In this new 
world government, we must 
rebuild. Reconstruct and regain 
tranquility, rather then passing 
new bills for these new issues 
that arrived because of thee.

 We must amalgamate, to 
create an environment that is 
suitable. For the future of the 
commonwealth, retire these 
decrepit values, upon which 
this country was propagated.

 In order for this earth to 
burgeon, the earth’s population 
must reconciliate.  Any being, 
man or women, any race 
abiding within our communal 
purlieus. 

For these reasons I must ask 
the world to not accept the 
future,  but instead make a 
change to better it. Hopefully 
society will never relapse, and 
cause another fatal collapse.

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Falling


the falls are falling
always fall, they fall always
falling and falling