#burninginwaterdrowinginflame

[nickreads]

I am

hung by a nail

the sun melts my heart

I am

cousin to the snake

and am afraid of waterfalls

I am

afraid of women and green walls

Charles Bukowski | “straight on through”

[nickreads]

even if I were a comfortable, domesticated

sophisticate I could never drink the

blood of the masses and

call it wine.

Charles Bukowski | “voices”

[nickreads]

we can't cry, and it helps to laugh —

it's like letting out

dreams, ideals,

poisons

Charles Bukowski | “the way”