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.