Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Bukowski no. 32

The moon was the size of my narcissism
and that would have impressed me a little,
but I knew the moon would go away if I waited.

I ate fish yesterday and I drank some black coffee.
I fell in love with a woman again and I did not mean to do this,
but that is the deal you make when you stare at Artemis.

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