Thursday, December 20, 2007

Nomad

I spent my night
wandering around the cold,
damp streets of University
City. With a belly full of
Valium, a grocery bag full
of wine, and some grizzled
cigarettes for company, the
temptations of false loves
troubled my peace of mind. I
wanted to intuit something
profound, but my connection to
Bukowski is solely in vice
and not in his sagacious
appraisal of life in the
gutter. So, instead, I decided
to trudge home and wallow
in my drunken inferiority.
Cheers to you, my fallen
brethren.

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