Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Poetry Slam Tuesdays: An Obnoxious Thought

I love Bukowski, but really, who would want to be such an asshole? Must have been nice.

well, that's just the way it is ...
sometimes when everything seems at
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and the hours, days, weeks
seem wasted—
stretched there upon my bed
in the dark
looking upward at the ceiling
I get what many will consider an
obnoxious thought:
it's still nice to be

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