from this poem
the wiz
just to pick a line at randomcall him sir and break his tin heart

I make it a point to call the young cashier at the bank ma'am. She seems to appreciate that.
I try to remember it is just a poem
I remember saying in my thirties it is too late
My forties it is to late
My fifties
My sixties
I will probably be saying in my seventies next year.
When you are my age I will be dead
Hang in their Constantine
I want you to send me a post card from that Greek Island when you get there after you get that sheep skin.
Have you been getting any mailings from Depends adult continence products yet?
I watched a video of Bukowski he was saying the blondes with the tight pussies came too late for him. The woman sitting beside him said something then and Bukowski proceeded to kicking the shit out of her right on camera. The camera man did not intervene, did not try to stop him. I guess he was too hip or too scared of Bukowski.
Later I learned the woman was his wife. A very attractive woman indeed.
I know it is a hassle probably, but I used to like when you double posted your poems to creative and your artlog.
Then I could ramble on like an old fool on your artlog and nobody would notice because nobody reads those things anyway.
But I am grateful for mine. Cause hipness is somethng I have lost interest in. NO longer wish to prove I am hip to anyone.
But I wish I had your cools compadre. I go around with a mouth full of blood from biting my tongue.
Going to delete this soon as I know you have read it.
In fact I am going to delete and repost it to your art log if you don't mind