From the journal...
What I wrote was Bukowski Furious as such Produces like your brain does anyway by itself. ...Accurate, he's on a desk Muddle in his cup Three rings and a terrible tickler Spit, Cursed and was Hateful Didn't a word he said made sense. Still at my eardrums Maybe keep this fashion Quote some guy in essence. On the couch, a t-shirt with a picture of himself.
















