there is nothing to do
but drink
play the horse
bet on the poem.
i love the fact that bukowski's poems seem to tell a story, however gruesome that story may be. most of his poems revolve around alcohol/
beers,
I am dying of sadness and alcohol,
cigarettes and love. however, bukowski has a somewhat uncanny perception of love,
I have, he went on, betrayed myself with belief, deluded myself with love tricked myself with sex.
and I like it when they tell me;they are having luck with a man;luck with their life;after surviving me;they have many joys due them;I make their lives seem better after me., but that's actually fine by me, it makes me sympathize with him more.
there was no living creature as foul as I
and all my poems were
false