"I started writing hundred of poems and sending them out. You know poetry doesn't pay anything, it was just a form I needed. Kind of a passionate, pleasurable, selfish, nice form where you can scream a bit. I guess I needed to scream a little bit." C. Bukowski
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Day Twenty-Five: Dear
Dear
Do not fret
You body
Is being
Taken
On a journey
This is the phase
Where mushrooms
Fall
A little too hard
On your head
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