brave
brave the label;
it is not enough to just recount the images and earshots of the daily being!
this anthology rests on my chest as a heatsink
and at night the whiskey
the moisture of my body
keeps me from becoming the living flame
it is not enough to tell of pink men and the treasures that women sit on,
"I was mimicking the man next to me today except he had ice in his coffee."
"I was smoking but his was 100mm long."
People tell me of Bukowski so often that I'm beginning to think he is the only writer.
in the kit,
not every tool
should be blunt
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