"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
Sunday, January 8, 2017
i fell asleep horizontally playing the harp
when i woke to my housemate pounding the wall
shouting at 4 am
i put away my harp
picked up yourmy purple blanket from the desk chair
held it
and went back to bed
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