12:47 am

I drank too much wine tonight and Bukowski would find some poetry in that but I haven’t – not yet. Odds are, I never will. And I would never want to be Bukowsksi, a cigar smoking sheath of pain, not to mention – dead. Tomorrow awaits . . . we shall see

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

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