today marks the first time i've ever really, REALLY identified with a bukowski poem, like inside and out, through and through. i wonder if it's because i've seen video of him reading this out loud and crying. that may have made it more true to me.
it really bummed me out. i can't even bring myself to regurgitate the words here.
i think im going to send lil wayne a letter and a book to read in prison. i think the book is going to be "Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way: New Poems" - bukowski.