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unpublished stuff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.