It’s been 3 days
mostly on the shitter
and I’ve still not found
that Bukowki poem
I read from his latest
unpublished stuff
titled – “Competition”.
Just not lucky I guess.
It’s like life.
There are no signs.
You think you got everything
lined up in a row, organized
until you try to do
the same thing twice
‘nd realize you kant
‘cuz there are no directions
for the recipe
you’ve been baking
‘nd thank god for that.
We all have to stumble.
That’s how we learn how to fall.
