we know this because he never sweated the small stuff
he took his time.
he hit his stride in his 50s.
for years he lived just blocks away from where i write you tonight.
on warm nights like tonight i bet he would do just what we’re all doing
prop up the window, fire up the xbox
and watch don draper on netflix
struggle with his riches.
theres nights when im all how did bukowski deal with crap like this
and then theres nights like tonight.