"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
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
day one hundred and seventy-five : hello there
today i come home
food food
house house
clothes clothes
and the whole time
in the back of it all
i know i know
it is just you
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