to Charles Bukowski
i wake up
light a cigarette
staring at the buildings
i wondering why i got out of bed
in the first place
poetry
liquor
women
reasons appear
if you decide to keep breathing
'don't try,'
he told me,
'don't try,'
it says on his grave
YOU ARE READING
STΛRLIGHT
Poetrypoems about my friends and family, about my rivals and foes, about kindred souls and almost-strangers; about every star that's been within my sky.
