If There Are Junk Yards In Hell,

What Good Are You? What Can You Do? It Has Cost Me A Thousands Of Dollars To Raise You, Feed You, Clothe You! Suppose I Left You Here On The Street? Then What Would You Do?" "catch Butterflies

I Used To Lay Drunk In Alleys And I Probably Will Again.bukowski, Who Is He? I Read About Bukowski And It Doesn't Seem Like Anything To Do With Me.

You Fall Into The Mirror, Come Through The Other Side Staring At A Lightbulb.

But As God Said, Crossing His Legs, I See Where I Have Made Plenty Of Poets But Not So Very Much Poetry.

I Wish To Weep But Sorrow Is Stupid. I Wish To Believe But Belief Is A Graveyard.