Going Nowhere

Going Nowhere

it’s alright to pilfer
from bukowski
a thought or three
(when no one’s looking),
but when you steal
his shoes belt soiled
undershorts typer
booze tombstone bluebird
personality
(along with every opinion
he’s ever
proffered),
it’s like
robbing
a bank in the
nude
with nothing but a
giraffe
for a getaway
car.

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