1. Monday, March 19, 2012

    the ghost of charles bukowski haunts my hollywood bungalo 

    he says

    i know some times you try to be like me

    dont do it.

    he whispers i wasnt all that happy you know

    he pushes me away from the west side

    he nudges me from going into the val

    the ghost of charles bukowski hides the remotes from my tv

    and doesnt really want me to get another tv, this one for the living room

    because he likes the fact that when the ladies come over, if they wanna watch tv

    they have to go in the bedroom and sit on the bed

    because if theres one thing your favorite writer enjoyed it was rooms

    with no couches no chairs no nonsense

    just music and wine and a bed

    and a writer

    and a subject.

    todays subject is love.

    just like every day.