I love reading Bukowski...
When I'm lost
Or when I'm overwhelmed with existential angst.
When light has been put out and I can't find my way.
That's when I think about his work...
That's when I find him addictive,
Of a kind...
Like a man washed overboard
Who's sure he's found a raft...
At other times I think I drift alone.
When I'm lost
Or when I'm overwhelmed with existential angst.
When light has been put out and I can't find my way.
That's when I think about his work...
That's when I find him addictive,
Of a kind...
Like a man washed overboard
Who's sure he's found a raft...
At other times I think I drift alone.
