"When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delight, and gamble." 
— Charles Bukowski

Saturday, March 28, 2009

A poem on my 23rd birthday

between the time
i went to sleep last night
and when i woke up this morning
not much changed
the economy is still in shambles
i am still broke
my bills are still due
people are still homeless
men and women are still dying
in the name of invisible men in the sky
women are still getting raped
all the bullshit humans inflict on each other
is still going on
nothing is different or special about today
except my wallet felt a little thicker
under my ass
as i drove to work this morning.

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