pulling off a bukowski
I don't want to pull off a Bukowski.
He was such an unhappy man
He had nothing but his
(He has me beat there)
He saw the worst in
He loved nothing but his
He only found serenity within his
For BukowskiLeaving so soon? It's
okay - we've come to expect it.
Visit every so often. Send a letter signed with a heart.
Every one will be placed unopened in the top drawer.
Answers are only excuses.
Genuine expressions of what we want to be.
Faded, tired, we finally
only to find that every day is another performance.
Marvelous! (the crowd cheers.)
Here is what they've come for.
last one of them. They don't want your
love, they want your pain. No one ever leaves disappointed.