"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
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Day Three Hundred and Sixty-Six or Year Two, Day One
there's no way
i didn't get off track
there's no way
i didn't mess up numbers and dates
but,
i didn't.
september 28, 2015
i wrote on the inside of a tea box.
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