(my tribute/attempt to recreate a generic charles bukowski poem. he's one of my biggest inspirations with poetry and short stories. the man could tell an everyday story and let it flow off his fingertips straight onto paper. it amazed me. still does. so here's to you, old friend ( Read more... )

we've uncovered the greatest thesis ( Read more... )

the infection of a desire to hold you here ( Read more... )

the written tales that we are never to read ( Read more... )

with a desolate sunset on the horizon ( Read more... )

please open the sunlight. with all the things you said. it's better to grow beauty. like a stranger in your closet. i scare easily. when streetlamps fall into existence. our hands reaching out. bleed what our eyes cannot feel. ignorance. separate the files. they don't know what they know. plastic dolls on paper. a lesson for the teacher. void. now ( Read more... )

this aspirin, wrapped in velvet, won't stop ( Read more... )

these days go by whistling unkept secrets ( Read more... )

...and you. you are so putrid. like acid rain ( Read more... )

repeat the unspoken thinking design. a forlorn apology. speak to me in syllables and apostrophes, dearest. your false sense of touch on stoplights left a smear on the road where you lay. desolate and youthful. loneliness kills the cold seeping from below and fogs thoughtful windows. or is it daylight savings time where you sleep? fearless from the ( Read more... )