My ex-girlfriend gave me several Bukowski poems a few years ago when I was on a self exile from reality. I failed out of college and came home and sobered up mostly, starting at a different school, and this summer I finally read the poems she gave me that reminded her of me.I fell in love with the set of poems and read Bukowski all this past summer I am a huge fan now. I'm currently doing a lot better at my new school and I now am beginning to realize a lot of my potential and get over some mental hang-ups I had in the past. My first crack at college was very much like a Bukowski poem only without the hope that I find in his work. So from here on out I shall lurk on this website when I see fit.
"but there should be a minstrel
or at least a glass of wine."
sun coming down, The People Look Like Flowers At Last
"but there should be a minstrel
or at least a glass of wine."
sun coming down, The People Look Like Flowers At Last