Sometimes I read Bukowski when I can't sleep.
from "to kiss the worms goodnight"
when my heart stops
the whole world will get quicker
better
warmer
summer will follow summer
the air will be lake clear
and the meaning
too
but meanwhile
the green pill
these greasy floors off the
avenue and
down there a plot of worms of worms of
worms
and up here
no nymph blonde
to love me to sleep while I am
waiting.
Beautiful sentiment, disgusting reality.
What a lovely man.
asbury:
Thank you for the compliments! 