1. Monday, July 9, 2012

    charles bukowski knew its a marathon, not a sprint 


    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.