Wednesday, October 11, 2017


1 comment:

Lisa said...

I wrote this a while back...
God DAMN, I love me some Bukowski.

Let’s be the Bonnie and Clyde of authors—
Would that be Sylvia and Charles?
Or maybe Hemingway and Virginia Woolfe?
But I’m the orphaned love-child of Bukowski and Plath,
A seed planted in the Bell jar that stood beside the bed
Covered in tangled sheets and sweaty limbs,
Grinding groins and panted meter.

So I guess
Can’t be them…
Because I already am.