30 :: pretending to be charles bukowski

the globe –
ideas floating around the street lights; flickering
no reason to believe anything
because people come and go
sometimes they would return
to the nothingness
of empty white bedsheets
of empty nights
of empty souls
barefoot and writing in a bar
but I wouldn’t know
I am long gone
hidden in the streets of the real chinatown

January 30, 2012