Some days you feel like a Bukowski poem,
and oh so downtrodden.
Some days we allow ourselves to be
desolate and abandoned.
I hope you find the means to rip
yourself out of his trademark
alienation that has a cult following.
(Cult-like alienation, isn’t that ironic?)
Some days you feel like a Bukowski poem.
I hope that your days like this
are few and far between.
I hope that they are a once and a while
amidst the days when you
are a song for the rain in April
and an ode to West Winds
and days that you feel like the most
pick another poem to inject into
"For Days When You Feel Like Poetry" by Claire Luisa (via claire-luisa)