poem

A short poem for slow moments

Drink to the point of forgetting your own name. Go on an one night stand. Buy drugs. play with your

There is nothing wrong with that. There is everything wrong with that. And it is never going to change

By Charles Bukowski. if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.

by Charles Bukowski If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could

Drums Ash Pain Hope? After one of the great heroes dies off How are we to create our own heroes?

Cigarette smoke nicotin chamomile weed smoke Turning your lungs into coal filters Burning the throat Cough Death approaches once more

Sound is dulled You can’t feel your body’s weight Muscles on the arm exhausted and yet Still moving